There’s A Place Downtown Where The Freaks All Come Around

I've never made mood boards or Pinterest boards for a character before. I've always just kind of looked for things as I needed them. But I'm rewriting, and was having trouble nailing down who my characters were. So I started making some, and now I can see how people get so into them. I might try playlists next.

when u have the correct number of cinderblocks in ur enclosure

im going insane over titus andronicus. aaron was the only character to save his child's life. aaron was the only character to never waver in loyalty and love for his child. aaron was the only character to willingly go against his core desires for his child (titus' core desire was vengeance and he never strayed from it). aaron loved his baby. he changed everything for his child. he says he's evil but he's the only one who values his child's life over his principles. hello. Can Anyone Hear Me

bro last night was written and directed by alan alda

“Smart people” who only consume “smart things” are just prisoners of their own self-image. “Intelligence” is less about just what you consume and more about the insights you can extract from whatever you engage with.

i mean, fuck, i like words, i like flight, i like bringing justice, i like monkeys, i like to write, i like viewers like you, and crime fighting, and saving lives, i like teaching all of you shit, word up? probably would

Werewolves?

I feel like werewolves are lacking something that other traditional monsters have. I can't figure out what it is. Vampires, ghosts, witches, they all have a little *something* that I don't get from werewolves. Maybe I just haven't read a really good werewolf story? The best one I know is "Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon, and that only barely counts. I'm down to hear any theories, really, because this has been bothering me lately.

obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.