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[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

I always always think it’s “your will be done not mine” (ok I’ll accept the endless suffering) but it’s supposed to be “your will be done not mine” (bigger better more impossible things overall than I can see in my suffering but will get to see).

can you imagine how good shows would be if writers thought of women as human beings

sometimes after a social interaction you just have to tell yourself, "well I didn't exactly cover myself in glory that time" and then move on

I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.

I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"

nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭

Donna should get the Doctor's number and be allowed to call the TARDIS randomly in future episodes for no reason. never aliens. no more aliens for Donna. always just some bullshit like "my mum told me the pink blouse makes me look washed out????" and the Doctor has to be like "girl! she's crazy! but also I'm actively being shot at right now so I will have call you back"

the notes have made this one of the most enjoyable posts i've ever made. love u donna nation

this is all canon now except she doesn't even have to call. he literally lives out back like an outdoor dog

making huge life changes because you're unhappy and then being largely unhappy with the life changes will make you go, huh have I simply not practiced being happy enough to know how anymore? Have I worn such a deep groove in the unhappiness pathways in my brain that I can't climb out? Or do I just hate change? Or is everything actually just as bad as I think and that's why I'm unhappy? Or is it maybe possibly my infamously and medically out of whack hormones? Or perhaps I am just doomed. that's probably it.

If you ever feel like you’ve had an unproductive day writing, please know that one time novelist/playwright/essayist Dorothy L Sayers wrote a letter to Bun (her literary agent) that said “herewith the striking results of today’s literary labours” followed by two pages of rabbit sketches.

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