i know it's not fair to compare the writing of recent debut tumblr authors to Terry Pratchett no matter how much they want to be him but reading a discworld really is making me despair at ppl not understanding what makes a metaphor good. Pratchett just hit me with "the silence of the room crowded in like a fist slowly being clenched" and you want to try my patience with sharpened bananas. go home.



















