forever in a smile

Look if a garment is like. Wool or silk. And it’s like, don’t put me in the fucking wash. I’m like yeah of course ma’am I shall lightly dab you with a damp cloth and air you out so you don’t get stinky. But when a polyester garment is like “hand wash only” I’m like who the FUCK do you think you are. You’re plastic. Get in the drum.

i recommend telling yourself “this isn’t an experience i want to keep having” and stop entertaining things that are really detrimental to your health and don’t benefit you in anyway.

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

one man's hyperfixation is another man's blocked tag

“I can’t believe how much Hans Zimmer cooked with this soundtrack”, I say. You don’t know which soundtrack I’m referring to. It doesn’t matter. He cooked with all of them

write that self indulgent fic, you would be insanely surprised how many people are waiting for THAT Fic™

i bring a "technically i could do this tomorrow" energy to things that tomorrow me really resents