#&gunner

Jesus Christ.

Updated our blogs page.

The harder we throw ourselves into our art the less people care. :/

So our apartment complex is right off a golf course and every time a golf ball hits the building at least two people come out of their apartments and are like "what the fuck this is so dangerous" and everyone talks about how their screen or window got hit with one or how they almost did and then we go back to our lives. I wonder how no one's been hit by one here yet.

Honestly why do we even do art? Everyone else is better at it.

It's so strange to think of where we are at 18, where we thought we'd be at eighteen, when we even thought we'd make it this far. I'm sitting on a balcony filled with sunshine and bones and candles and smoke and watching the rain lit up against the dying half of the day. We've always been treading water but sometimes there's a breath of air. We won't be eighteen going on extinct much longer.

Calling factkin/factives identity thieves is the exact same as telling fictionkin/fictives they're stealing creators' characters.