Emery

That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.

To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.

A woman not shaving or wearing a dress or wearing makeup or wearing femme clothes or having styled or long hair or caring how she looks or using a masc name or whatever else is actually a neutral thing and not a sign of her being depressed or giving up or being sad or whatever

sorry no i can't make it i'm sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting up the blood. yeah its gonna be all day

Thimble, wielding a tin blade meant to slay children's nightmares, facing down actual necromantic shadow creatures: you're not fucking real and I'm gonna kill you anyway

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.