The cake is a lie

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

POV you’re looking for more children to run over because you regret not succeeding the first time

the need to talk about the characters vs the fear that all of my analysis is just empty prose and surface level understanding

If you're consumed by thoughts of your wips and characters ect at every waking second, I'm sorry to tell you there's no escape, you're in too deep and you're one of us now