i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
HAPPY ANNIVERSAY TO ANTONYMPH
it means a lot to me as someone who grew up with the early mlp fandom
blingee ver :3
he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured
Writing sometimes feels like a strange disorder you just kind of cope with by being creative. Like your brain randomly decides to dump a million-piece puzzle in front of you and says, 'Solve this or we will never think of anything else, ever.' You toil away for years and by some miracle you solve it, and it's the most fulfilling, exhilarating feeling in the world. It's perfect. You did it. And your brain is like, 'OK, here's my idea for three sequels and a spinoff.'
Whatever I do, I do it stylishly.
the original pony lesbians 🍬⭐️🩷🧡🤍!!!!
i got cat fur all over him you can see some of it
aroace culture is relating all romantic/relationship songs to extremely platonic friendships
And the best part is when you put so much effort into doing these that you forget to actually be listening
Active listening is so funny. Yes, I am bobbing my head at you and doing "mmm-hmm, mm! Wow! Okay, yes." I'm doing a great job. My performance is immaculate. I deserve an Oscar.