advocatekwlaunt.

the unstoppable force is tonguing the immovable object and it seems to be enjoying the experience

(me ever since I was 12) okay I actually need to get it together now

‘am I really about to start watching this show solely because of repeated exposure to gifs of two lovestruck idiots looking at each other’ is the core drive of my fandom experience

"Idiots," I say, referring to the characters I have spent hundreds of my real life hours contemplating.

people who do a PhD are running from something

i think there is something fundamentally wrong with me but that's okay

sorry i cant talk rn im busy thinking about how i should have done everything differently

“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again

No, you see, I wish to be an author. Not in marketing. Or an influencer. I wish to tell my stories, be told I did a fantastic job, and then go back to my hovel to scribble some more. I am delicate of constitution and awkward in crowds.

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

I love books I love to read

the procrastinator’s mind will invent distractions you’ve never conceived of in order to avoid tasks even a dog could do.

Everyone keeps talking about "the writer's barely disguised fetish". But I still haven't heard about "the writer's barely disguised huge ass pet peeve"