Pastel punches

don't isolate no matter how fucking broken you feel even if every attempt at connection proves futile do not stop reaching out to someone something somewhere please

let the world know you exist

please.

you don’t have to write something good. you just have to write something unhinged enough to edit later

I feel like having wings violently burst out of your back would just feel really good. Like itd feel awful but also itd feel really satisfying.

life is nothing without eroticism and whimsy

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

i understand words and phrases. my dialogue is natural and in character. i know where the plot is going. my word count is reasonable. i am not scared of my document

And i shit you not the pasta was creepy

“It’s photoshopped” honestly in the age of AI that has a homey sort of nostalgia to it. Remember when people used to put effort into faking things?

photoshop fakers are like the villain with moral standards now

“oh I’m too old for stuffed animals” skill issue. sorry you can’t appreciate little creatures made to hang out with you, I on the other hand am full of joyous whimsy and therefore vastly superior.

the angriest I ever been: yup