Who Cares?

Y’all are the shit. And I love each and every one of you.

But please stop apologizing when your fics are really long. I see writers in their a/n saying “this is over 5k words I’m so sorry”

LIKE BBY NO. IM HERE FOR THAT SHIT. Give me every beautiful detail your talented mind can muster.

If I want a short story I’ll go find a drabble.

Don’t you ever apologize for being passionate in your writing. & fuck anyone that has made you think you should apologize.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING ABOUT THE PRINCIPAL WITH HIS PRIDE PIN?!

I was crying when I noticed (and my friend laughed at me).

But like I loved that principal. He loved all his kids. And Simon coming out was not his choice, and the principle was totally sensitive to that but he wanted to show his support.

So like he didn’t give this huge gesture of support, out of respect for Simon

BUT HE WORE A GODDAMN PRIDE PIN

Like the scene with Simon’s parents was great and beautiful, don’t get me wrong.

BUT WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS AMAZING PRINCIPAL WHO IS A BIG, LOUD TALKER AND SAID NOTHING WHEN SIMON APPROACHED HIM IN THE HALL

No matter what I put my characters through, they make it. They get to make it to the end of the story and have everything work out and be ok.

Miles:

At one point she straight up blocked me and bragged to mutual friends about it. Friends went to me and told me to move on and that it’s her loss. Her and I didn’t talk for 2 years. In that time, I moved on to the point of getting married. Soon after I got married, she popped in to see if I was single still and lost her shit when she found out I had gotten hitched.

She tried to convince me to get a divorce and called me and idiot for getting married in the first place.

The best part… When she asked why I didn’t wait for her to “come around”. I told her she gave me no choice but to move on when she blocked me.

This was her answer: well a block is only temporary. You should have just waited for it to end then hit me up!

He ended up marrying another woman who never played games with him and helped his better side come out.

Setting boundaries is healthy.

Taking time for yourself is healthy.

Self-care is healthy.

So when I woke up, I made some peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. And instead of measuring out chocolate chips, I counted them (and suffered a lot of odd looks from my family for it).

the alarm was incredibly ear-bleeding loud. hearing damage why-isn’t-this-illegal loud. my sister slept through it. often. she has also slept through the occassional earthquake. 

and me? you know the intense hearing protective headphones used at gun ranges? yeah i went with those, plus earplugs underneath.

fun thing is, we both ended up sleeping through an actual fire. I could smell the smoke from my room. but i was so devoid inside, so utterly over existence in general, so existentially and physically exhausted. i put on an alarm for 10 minutes to wait and see if the smoke got worse. and went back to sleep.