gabs

this song reminds me of summertime - sitting in the hot tub, staying up until you see the sun, and smoking cigarettes as it rises

without hrt christmas is just cismas

this pun works so beautifully well i cant believe the english language allows us to do this

okay now that i’ve calmed down what am i going to buy myself as a treat for enduring this suffering

circling back around to the issue of writers being expected to do all their own goddamn marketing via social media these days, because it completely nixes the possibility of writers being weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, or misanthropes. 80% of the literary canon was written by weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, and misanthropes. if you weed out everyone who’s the wrong kind of insane to maintain a twitter presence, who on earth is left