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we love the quaver rests as Rocky going: ..

talking to offline friends about your online drama is good, because they’re like “not only does this not matter, but it’s actively pissing me off that you’re talking about this.” and then talking to hyper online friends is the opposite, because they’ll be like “omggg it was horrible, they dragged your corpse into the public square and everyone was taking turns pissing in your mouth!”

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

i love when a character with a severe anxiety disorder fucks up over and over and blows up their whole life about it. we have a fair amount of characters with mild anxiety (not that theres anything wrong with that) we need more characters who just cannot function or stop themselves from ruining everything good in their life out of fear

what if i started loving the world and everything in it huh. what if i transmitted my message across the universe. what then. i love you, okay? i fucking love you. take that. loser.

i love living in england because i can just pick critters up. i know for a fact you aren't gonna do shit to me. found a Bug in my house and picked that dude straight up with my bare hands, put him outside, THEN googled what he was. scariest animal you can encounter while out in the woods is badger minding his business. top tier fuckass country nothing ever happens here

was walking my dogs in a field full of long grass and took a pic for my overseas friend. she said "the grass is so long, aren't you worried about snakes?". my brother in christ i have never worried about snakes in my entire life. not once. there are two (2) snakes here and they're called mark and john and i've never met them, they might not even be real. best worst place i love it

me when I see a cat if I’m being honest