wrote almost 10k words of a fic in a week and i'm not even halfway done based on the rough plan i have and i both have fun writing it and viscerally dislike every sentence i put on the page and i don't even know if i finish it

your twenties are for starting an animated tv series you were vaguely aware of as a child because you saw a couple of fanarts on twitter

june hayward from yellowface and coriolanus snow from the ballad of songbirds and snakes should have a gaslight-off

delusional enough to have had a thought that maybe the other bennet sister fics becoming my most popular ones so far is a sign that such love can happen to me too

i miss being an active part of a fandom and having things to say and interacting with people because now i feel like a lurker who posts a couple of posts or even fics of mediocre quality once in a blue moon but has some sort of mental block or something when it comes to actually engaging with stuff and connecting to people

binge watched the other bennet sister after getting a bunch of edits on my tiktok fyp and enjoyed it immensely and then went to look at the posts under the tag on tumblr and it seems that watching it without extensive knowledge of the original depiction of characters was a great idea idc

the promised new the amazing devil album comes out the first of march guys trust. you have to trust me guys i promise

it's dark and damp and foggy outside and i feel like my heart is being squeezed and like i'm the greatest disappointment in the universe and a total failure of a human and like i just want to crawl in the hole and fall asleep for centuries

rip jaskier you would've loved buckle by florence and the machine

got invited to a birthday party so i'll spend the next two weeks anxious over the fact that the only person i'll know there is the one who invited me

fredrik backman. fredrik backman count your days