many thoughts head full

i’m like if a saint was also a faggot

i wish my brain were not full of gludge. i would like to be using it & because of the gludge i cannot do that.

girls love having a second boss phase

daniel molloy character of all time once again: like imagine you’re a 20-something drug addict and a terrible journalist on account of being 20-something and a drug addict and you randomly meet a vampire at a gay bar and you think wow I might get drugs, gay sex and a story out of this and instead what you get is psychologically and physically tortured by his husband and your memories of it all erased and then 50 years later you’re DYING and those vampires show up in your life again to ask you to write the story of their happy marriage and your memory might be fucked but ON GOD you WILL ruin that marriage if it’s the last thing you do. and then not only do you succeed and walk out of it alive, but also with a bestseller, millions in your bank account AND immortality AND the knowledge that your annoying human ass was somehow the one thing that made that 500+ year old predator so mad that he broke his lifetime vow to never turn anyone. AND, on top of that, you’re out of the CLOSET.

How would you describe a dragon to someone who has never seen a dragon?

sometimes you go on tumblr to get beat up by genies, sometimes you are the genie inviting people to stand single file to get a pie to the face

Gerard way will be covered in blood tomorrow so this kinda means nothing to me in the long run

one must imagine sisyphus livin la vida loca

HI. favourite smell, taste, sound, sight, sensation. go

if any of your senses are impaired you can do two of any other sense [:

for me it's woodsmoke, brown sugar, tūī song, foggy landscapes, and the crazy combo that is a crisp breeze and hot sunlight on my skin. you have my express permission to be overly poetic or pretentious please go nuts. let's experience the world etc

I’m literally zendaya reacting like he didn’t have to go that hard and yet..

if this comes up on my dash and i don’t reblog it - just assume im dead

The burning question: When she has her hands on either side of her face, right at the start, is this the moment she realized, “I’m gonna have to marry this guy” ?

it is honestly amazing how much of writing and editing is just. logistics. like... do i use a name here or a pronoun? if i move this dialogue tag to the middle of this line and break it in half, does the end of the line hit harder that way? what if i move the tag to the front? what if i remove it entirely? ...wait, whose point of view am i in; can i reasonably say this character is appalled, or must i say they look or seem or sound appalled? is this a deliberate action or a step-removed one; is her hand closing on his shoulder, or is she closing her hand on his shoulder? environment environment environment, we need to break all this dialogue up with some narration, the scene is coming untethered. what! are! they doing! with! the rest of their bodies that are not hands! fuck fuck fuck FUCK i forgot we covered this two chapters ago and now i either need to cut this whole chunk or find a reason to reprise the conversation from earlier. name or pronoun? name or pronoun? name or pronoun? move this clause around in this sentence? oh i'll add this phrase-- nope, never mind, past!me added the same phrase two lines down. okay, if i add too much environmental narration it's going to take away from this bit, but not enough and it won't feel grounded. what if i move this to its own line? where the FUCK are their hands?

just mispelled mental illness the worst anyones ever done it .