Huh, I didn't see that coming.

- Me writing a story written and outlined by me.

writers

actually lifechangingly good books will be on goodreads with a 3.6 star rating at most with people fighting for their lives trying to be comedians in the reviews section while meanwhile the worst dogshit youve ever read in your life will have a 4.7

I love you dumplings I love you gyoza I love you xiaolongbao I love you wonton I love you baozi I love you mandu and yes even you, ravioli

enough coffee shop aus. time for ‘the thing’ aus. they are trapped together at a research station in antarctica. everyone stands around tensely while getting a blood test. somebody’s head turns into a spider.

me watching 'gratitious' sex and violence and ''problematic representation'' in my shows and movies made for adults

faceless embraces

1. alex & lutz back, 1992, ph. wolfgang tillmans 2. ph. nan goldin 3. love-In, los angeles, 1967 ph. jerry de wilde 4. joseph lorusso, “cafe lovers 4” (detail) 5. el lenguaje del limbo II by mariana restrepo 6. photographer unknown 7. lovers in a field, 2019 ph. clifford prince king 8. isle of wight festival, 1969 ph. david hurn 9. joseph lorusso, “lovers in the garden” 10. the big gamble (1961), dir. elmo williams & richard fleischer

My Roman empire is the fact that we will never know the depths of The Secret History without Donna Tartt dropping a 10-hour explanation video where she decodes the reason for each and every line.

Forgot something

I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

it feels like there should be a million hours between 5 pm and 10 pm but theres only like two

it’s not ‘talking to myself’ it’s called a soliloquy you fuck

i dont know what a mote is but it sounds like something like this

“she should be at the club” well i should be in the green house party paintings by salman toor

she might be "your girl" but in a matter of minutes i could fumble her so catastrophically as to permanently secure a space in the hallowed halls of her memory. never forget this

“he would not fucking say that” except it’s “he would not fucking listen to taylor swift”

snoopys! by fruitillu