I'm just curious about this.
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
lmao i dont think ive had a period this miserable since middle school
hey, testosterone, i love the work ur putting into the tiny ghost of a mustache, but can we prioritize better
unlaced my stays at the end of the work day and its like they were the only thing holding in the worst cramps ive had in years
you are personally and directly hit by a bus¹ and isekai-ed, via resurrection, into the body of the main character your most recent WIP
reblog and tell me: on a scale of 1–10, how screwed are you right now?
¹ this is, transparently, a plot device, so if you are about to tell me "joke's on you, I never leave my fifteenth floor apartment!" then you may rest assured it will have tremendous comedic value when the bus is launched into the sky and crashes through your apartment wall to flatten you anyway
roommate w no self-awareness sent an angry text to the group chat about how he was finally pushed to "deep clean the kitchen" bc no one was cleaning up after themselves
get home half an hour later
counter covered in dirty dishes. it looks like he wiped down the stovetop. the cleaning supplies are all out. several dishes and things on the counter and table are all his.
???
great uh. deep clean, man.
My friends and I went to Sleep No More last night, and I'm still letting my thoughts percolate, but it was a very cool experience.
24 ribs
saw sleep no more tonight and it was incredibly good
more theatrical experiences should let me rummage through drawers and read ephemera i just find lying around
"Blorbo from my shows" no. Blorbo from my BA. Blorbo from my major. Blorbo from my primary source document.
I expected the weird answers like machiavelli and napoleon but the amount of people naming their real life university professors is unprecedented
Just some normal healing magic
Big Boy Sex Siren - Ballroom Royalty III
Source: (YouTube: @Brtbtv)
going to new york w housemate & friends today, anyone have recommendations of cheap food between brooklyn (where we're staying) & chelsea?
"what if i did start wearing makeup again?" i ask myself but only when looking at pics of revenge-era gerard way
anyway i bought red eyeshadow and i dont remember how to put it on yes i used my index finger
i made a character uquiz. i 100% promise you that you will get a character you know AND like
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