#everyone respond

»—; Repeated, drawn-out sighing can be heard from the female currently standing with her face and hands pressed up against the bakery’s display case glass. Everything around her is all lovey-dovey and she just feels...sad. Sad and a little sick. Because love is gross, you know? 

n0izaoba

thranduil-greenleaf

aobanoizclear

noisenoiz

tri-gun

But I can't do it alone! That's the point.

(Also I want it to be blacksand because...it's me.)

So here's my idea. Everyone who wants to be a part of this will contact me in some way (reblog, ask, carrier pigeon, astral projection) and I'll put everyone in some random order, which I will then post. 

Then, what will happen is this: since I came up with the idea, I'll start. I'll write 200-300 words, and I will send those to the next person on the list.

That person will write 200-300 words. Then, they will send their part (but NOT mine) to the next person on the list. 

And so on. The point is to write without knowing the whole thing; it originated as a surrealist party game.

Well guess what, bitches.