The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems

girls will be like hm this song reminds me of the most tragic thing that has happened to me I think I'll listen to it on loop

The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

google search how to stop experiencing anticipatory grief when this world has taken so much from me already

I have a lot of feelings about the rise of he would not fucking say that attitudes in fandom spaces and the paralysing effect it can have on creators. As a writer i think it’s important to just write what feels true to you and not what you think others will “approve” of. Like even as a reader i have enjoyed a variety of different characterisations that all work because the writer makes them work for a particular story. And a fic that’s written out of character to some will be in character to others. Writing fic is not your job you’re not being paid it’s your hobby please. Make them as close to canon as possible. Make them completely different. Who cares! Have fun! Have so much fun! There is an audience for every kind of fic and every kind of character interpretation i promise

open window save me. save me open window

the fact that i still have to unlearn shame… like come on that’s literally the most embarrassing thing to not have unlearned yet

The sexual tension between a girl and not feeling real every time her birthday comes around

I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

It’s all about pathetic oversharing and 2 pity likes from your mutuals on here

Recognizing female human beings get oppressed for our sex isn't "being obcessed with genitals" it's just the literal conclusion of not being in blatant denial of reality

i don’t grow out of my interests they simply become absorbed into me as i get older like tree rings

under all this rage i’m really just a sweet little baby prince i promise

I just know me and every other girl at the bookstore today with big headphones on wanted to speak to each other so bad but knew we wouldn't

I love hot ppl who are like cringe level weird. We vibe hard.

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth