Stuff + Things

what do you mean my childhood affected me

give yourself the gift of reading your own fic. it was literally written just for you.

I was told once reading my own work is “vain” and I gotta ask: why? And so what? Does reading my own work bring me joy? Does it inspire me to write more? Then who cares if it’s vain or any other pejorative you want to name it. Joy is joy and this one hurts no one, is free, and IT’S MINE.

reading your own story isn’t vain. it’s like eating your own cooking. you just do it to feed your soul and your imagination rather than to feed your body.

The first time I ever felt like a successful author wasn’t when I finished my original work or got a couple 100 kudos. It was when I was feeling sad and lonely and wanted something sweet and hopeful to read, and the first thing I thought of was the fic I had posted a few weeks prior.

adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on