#forget yaps

i don’t understand how people have coherent thoughts and the ability to voice them about the character when all i want to do is to bite off a chunk of their chest and chew it down like a horse would an apple

having so much fun reading my own fics it’s like they’re made for me

highlighters are useless. everything is important. only difference is all text is green now.

IM 30!!!!!

i've been practicing expressing my feelings lately so whenever someone does or says something that makes me happy i just say "that made me happy" and that seems to make them happy too which of course makes me happy. i feel like i've unlocked an eternal loop of happiness

sometimes writing smut is so easy, characters are naked, body fluids are exchanged, and they’re collapsing onto each other all in the blink of an eye and then sometimes you’re squinting at “he moaned” for 30 minutes like “did he really?”

i actually need to be thrown into the washing machine and centrifuged until all the rot is extracted from my body