swamp cowboy

i am extremely well-adjusted and mentally healthy as long as nothing goes wrong ever at all even a little bit

everyone saying "art doesn't need to be perfect" hasn't taken into account the art monster, the monster that comes and kills you if art doesn't look exactly like it did in your head

I bring a sort of "But how come?" energy that parents, teachers, pastors, 2nd lieutenants, and bosses have never been very appreciative of

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

Everything is boring. All activity is meaningless. I understand why Sherlock Holmes did cocaine.

Cannot Stress Enough how important it is to read Howl’s Moving Castle written by Diana Wynn Jones immediately after watching Howl’s Moving Castle directed by Hayao Miyazaki. When he made the movie he was of course upset with war and thus included it in the film, but you gotta understand. You really Gotta Understand. Every time in the movie where Howl turns the door dial black to travel to an absolutely hellish warscape? You know where that same dial takes him in the book? The Real World Country Of Wales

He goes to his sister’s house to play rugby and have a drink with his mates. His sister is like “you fucking loser get a JOB” and Howell is like “I have a job, I’m a wizard!” And she’s like “FUCK OFF”

this time scrolling social media as a substitute for genuine human connection will work. i know it

Damn they were all about the glitter 30 years ago huh?

30?

Idk 32 or something I stopped counting

nothing in the world makes me more evil than just being kind of annoyed

We all got that homie whose air of silliness doesnt hide the haunted look in their eyes😂👆

I'd say this applies to writers as well.