Anna

he's gonna die one day soon and it wont fix everything but it'll feel great and the whole world is gonna fucking party together

To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.

masculine energy this feminine energy that. well i’m out of energy

need me some of this "renewable energy" I keep hearing about

That picture where it looks like BTS did a coup in the United States

I have an eye disorder (esotropia) that can make me quite dizzy within rows of shelves like this so apparently I always see like I need to poop when I’m in a library

Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

Heads up that this is a very extensive questionnaire and might be daunting to a lot of writers (myself included). That being said, it is also an amazing questionnaire and I will definitely be using it (or at the very least, some of it).

Bookmarking this…

This inspired me to see if Patricia C. Wrede’s Worldbuilding Questions are still online, and not only are they, they’re on the exact same page I saw them on in 1998. Somewhere there’s a binder of the Word doc I made of all of them and the answers I filled in for Baby’s First Fantasy World

Brb see my family in nine months about to birth out a new world from my brain like Zeus did with yee wisdom daughter Athena

big fan of the word tangentially

It’s so crazy that suicide prevention is just people going awwww don’t!! Awwww come on noooooooooo stopppppp

One of the best ones I saw was a thing noting that every single one of the few survivors of suicide jumps off of the Golden Gate Bridge realized, on the way down, that the problems they were killing themselves over actually were fixable or could be worked through...except for the now - extremely unfixable - problem of gravity.

i didn’t choose to write. the story held me hostage and said “if you ever want to sleep again, you better put me on paper”