The Writing Nerd

being an adult is always like i have to go to the store i have to go to the store i have to go to the store

I love this for the creativity and the joy in the post. How perfectly these bits of rocks and shells show us two ladies frolicking in delight! At the beach, one might assume. They're having a great time. Good for them.

[ID: smooth stones and shells arranged in such a way that it looks like two ladies with their backs to the viewer, arm in arm, holding little handbags and skipping down the road]

they should invent a way to take your trapezius out and beat it with a stick

"Don't say your character growled, he isn't an animal!" okay but have you considered that i am intentionally drawing that parallel for a reason. he is dangerous, he is feral, he is ready to attack like a dog or a jungle beast. words have these things called connotations that allow them to carry layers and layers of meaning that would otherwise take sentences to convey--sentences that wouldn't do it as well as "he growled." i say this as an english major and as someone who has been writing for over ten years: "growled" is a valid word choice when you want your readers to know that your character fucking growled.

being a witchy little girl and thinking I had magical powers and could talk to animals and mixing up cauldrons of potion made of dirt, leaves and hose water was top tier

Is there a name for uhhh… how you spend years picturing your adult life a certain way but then by the time you’re actually grown up the world has changed so much that the adulthood you dreamt of no longer exists

Very stupid that I can't take the muscles out of my neck & upper back & beat them with a meat tenderizer. I think that would fix me

good fucking lord i would just like to spend so long walking around a museum that my feet hurt by the end of the day. maybe pop into the gift shop. grab a latte on the way home. jesus christ