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sorry i can’t go out tonight i’m at home sitting down

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

so is the all encompassing loneliness like a forever thing or

ive been wanting to get into living what do you guys recommend for a beginner

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

turn your attention to The Character

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

in general I think I have a weak spot for sunk cost fallacy characters. no point in trying to change because there's no going back! can't stop now because the possibility of being wrong is too unbearable to face head on and would destroy me if I tried!

writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

can't believe the only options are 30 minutes early or 10 minutes late. if only there were some other way. but what can you do

"grackle" really is a perfect name for a bird. knocked it out of the park w/ that one

Is there anything he haven't wear yet

a condom

Something about the bastardization of the story time and time again proves that nobody in power really cares about the people who would resonate with King’s Carrie White. A girl so ugly and repulsive she’s been removed from her own story. The societal need for women and girls to be constantly perceived as attractive is what fuels a fair amount of her torment in the book, but that person isn’t even allowed to exist on the screen. We cannot empathize with her; it isn’t allowed. It’s fascinating to me.