All that Glitters is not Gold.

does anybody know how to get out of bed. or be a better person

you really do meet some of the loveliest people talking about blood and sex on the internet

if we were cells in a spreadsheet would you merge with me

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

I love when Seonghwa does Songzio shoots bc it's the closest styling he gets to being the Queen of Naboo

he definitely fucks but there’s no way he fucks normal

I know you probably meant like BDSM but I'm just imagining cartwheels and circus music