hey can i get a uhhhh, art blog please?

going to do something fun and crazy tonight. *lights a small candle* 

Yeah, fav song or drink? I will never know that about any character. I also dread making up their back story, I just hate writing about their childhood, relationship with their parents if it’s not 100% relevant to the story. And it’s so hard to write down how they react to things becasue I know how they react when I see them in the scene. Writing is weird because you need to know so many things about everything right away but you can’t know until you write it. Why do I try to write again… 😩💨 Anyway, thanks for the chart! There are definitely some useful stuff there ☺️

Funky concept - your height reversed is how tall you’d be as a cryptid/fantasy creature   ✌️

*has a healthy and fulfilling relationship with a terrifying 9ft tall demon who loves me very much*

Has anyone else been in the strangest, most indecipherable headspace of their life lately

Bitch, it’s called trauma! We’re all limping through a fuckin pandemic!

Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head

I don’t want to “have” a “conversation” I want to peel an orange and share it with you

would love to one day solve the mystery of why I wake up with leaves and feathers in my hair and bed sometimes

... you are a fae

wow i wish, anyway could i offer you a nice snack and inquire your full legal name?

i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat

I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?

If u don’t have good intentions w/ me, please just leave me alone. I’m tired.

As opposed to that quote about “the horrifying ordeal of being known,” do y’all ever feel so positively UNKNOWN and UNSEEN that it frightens you? Like there’s a self that you feel on the inside, and you believe to be “you,” but it seems like nobody else sees that version of you? And they’re interacting with someone that isn’t you but a projection of their experience of you? What’s more, perhaps nobody will ever know your true essence and you will die without ever being fully realized????? I’m only two beers in honestly