sundewserpent

It's so funny to me that Mary Shelley, her husband, John Polidori, and Lord Byron had a competition to see who could write the best horror story and she wrote fucking Frankenstein. Imagine losing a competition that badly. Imagine just doing a silly little competition with your friend and she basically invents a new genre and creates one of the most famous characters in fiction. Imagine being proud of your little story and then she shares one that people will still read every day in 200 years. Imagine doing a writing competition with your wife and she becomes so recognizable that you'll always be known as Mary Shelley's husband

what should i get at ihop

fond memories of how one my shipmates would very earnestly ask the youngest deckhand ‘was that yeet? was that a yeet?” every time he tossed docklines

I feel like tumblr users could stand to be a bit more humble abt people misinterpreting their art

people truly get so phenomenally pissed off about others tagging their art with character names or not realizing that something was a Deeply Personal Vent Piece and like. while I get how frustrating that is I do feel that if you can't take the thought of someone not getting your work (and see it as an intentional personal slight against you, The Artist) then you simply should not be attempting to share it with an audience of thousands of people who have literally zero context beyond briefly seeing a picture on their dash

there is something sooo embarrassing about everything i have done and will do

might start saying "god damp it". not as a self-censoring thing, just for occasions when the almighty needn't go so far as damning; an inconvenient rainstorm will suffice

Every day I wake up and aspire to be more of a dyke than yesterday