The Romantic Urge To Love And Be Loved Has Nothing On The Introvert Urge To Simply Never Leave The House

weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren't creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i

"Sad, sad ,sad" Ari said.

"Sad, sad, sad" Dante said.

"Sad, sad ,sad" I said.

the natural habitat of good omens is sitting quietly on a shelf waiting to be recommended to a weird teenager by the town's gay librarian. it can't survive as a megafandom, it doesn't have the evolutionary adaptations to handle this level of discourse

in order to be interesting you need to be interested

From Homer’s Odyssey.

sirius: i have decided to make a film of my life! i believe muggles call them biographical. lily you will be playing the role of my mother-

lily: i don’t want to be your mother

sirius: perfect! you already know your lines

when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun

ive been writing this program to keep track of when you do day to day tasks like doing dishes/laundry. anyways my streak of “bugs in things i write manifesting as infinite loops of unexpectedly poignant user prompts” continues

breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine

make sure to check on your bisexual friends today

they are probably dying