To Love Another Person is to See the Face of God

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER'S LIFE

I use this every time I sit down to write. It's the best tool in the world and I would be lost without it!

I just Google it and if I can't figure it out I just sit there and look at my phone until I figure it out

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

I’m crying. 

i scheduled this a year ago..

Scheduling for every year

reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out

I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

I have never hit the reblog button so damn fast.

“barely a Guy Gardner” is the sickest comics related burn I’ve heard to date. 

reblog to give prev a little sticker and tell them you’re proud of them

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

#theres a thing called 'larp drop' thats essentially this#esp since when having a great time you might be more inclined to disregard your limits and ignore discomfort#(and forget to eat/drink if its larp whoops)#and then once you have a moment to yourself it all comes crashing in#source: once forgot to eat at larp and had a sobbing fit in my car that ended the instant i bit into a chicken nugget - @queerfarmgremlin

this is also true of festivals, conventions, pride parades, concerts, and any situation where you have a lot of fun with other people!

cheers, mate.

I know we all say Evan Buckley, golden retriever, but I submit: Evan Buckley, orange cat. Tell me he wouldn’t knock a glass off a counter to get attention or get himself caught in a box on accident and purrs even when you’re slapping his belly. Eddie as a German Shepherd who looks scary but hides under your bed during thunderstorms.