abby (even more allegedly)

fingers on my temples, in deep concentration, brain bulging: if i was a supermarket, where would i put the eggs?

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

dude you look so masc wallowing in your misery like that

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

Neither enemies to lovers nor slow burn but a secret third thing called Schrödinger's intimacy. We are in love and we are not in love do NOT open that lid I swear to God.

Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.

when a cloth mutual sees your wire post

sometimes i think love triangles should be resolved by polyamory but badly like everyone’s still mad