What if God was an agender aromantic asexual aplatonic entity
i love women
Isn't that like, just being a vtuber
Need a sugar daddy but we don't have sex and I don't send nudes I just say "hi" and receive 1000 dolalrs
I almost gave up writing altogether after reading Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.
I didn’t read it as it was coming out in comics, but later, when it was published in collected volumes.
It was too perfect. Too complete. It seemed like it had sprung fully-formed from Gaiman’s head, and he had to spend years waiting for artists to catch up.
It was overwhelming. Unattainable.
I wasn’t reading the book’s post-scripts, though, because I wanted to avoid potential spoilers. I wanted to experience the material, not the author dissecting it.
I did read them on a second pass. There’s a story on Dream Country, the third volume, about a writer keeping a muse captive so she can give him ideas. It’s a piece with characters that tie into Morpheus’ past and who will come up again, woven into the larger narrative. The book also contains a post-script on how the story came about, where Gaiman states it was at first about a succubus, before moving on to talk about his process for working with the artist.
My eyes kept moving forward, brain storing words from the original script, but my consciousness had taken a step back.
Wait, back up, what was that character again? Who? Calliope. Originally a succubus, replies brain, let me keep going here.
Yes, stupid me. I had assumed Sandman had been gestating inside Gaiman from the start, waiting for an opportunity for the entire story to burst out. He didn’t transcribe a long epic he had already come up with. He wasn’t born with the tale. He worked at it for years, sometimes throwing away material and replacing it with things that fit better. Like a normal human being.
I keep making the same mistake. I wrote about a similar mental bug when talking about Kon Satoshi and Dream Fossil.
We only see the finished product. We don’t see the author sitting down at the typewriting and bleeding.
It’s all work. Some people have more potential and have it easier, others have to work harder at it, but in the end it’s only work. If you want a chance to get better at it, you should treat it as such.
Before I heal does anyone like emotionally unavailable women
So like I had a big family party a few days ago and we made mac n cheese cause I like mac n cheese a lot, but we made too much mac n cheese and had like 2 and a half trays of it left after the party
I didn't really mind cause I like mac n cheese a lot and so for the past few days I've just been eating mac n cheese for every meal and I've been loving it
But today my mom goes "we better put it in the freezer before it spoils" and I'm kinda sad about it cause what will I eat now, y'know?
So I go to take a nap and I have this like CRAZY distressing dream where I'm in this white blank void and in front of me is a glowing and floating tray of mac n cheese and I try to reach out for it but my hand just passes through it and then slowly the mac n cheese starts fading away and like I fall down to the ground straight up CRYING because I'm so sad about the mac n cheese leaving me, and I wake up with tears in my eyes and I have that like melancholic feeling of having forever lost something or someone very close to you
The meme above is an artists rendition
Maybe if I keep on lying to myself eventually I'll start telling myself the truth
Why is she literally me
thinking about the japanese racehorse who was such a failgirl she became a folk hero for losers
This cr smells like febreeze the same way one would use febreeze to mask the smell of blood on the floor after a murder
The Autistic Urge to Study Other People and Society…
Neurodivergent_lou
Promise me an endless eternity She/Her/They/Them Lives in the shadow of nihility Cat and Dog Person Writer and Artist I guess Commission me for anything I need money
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