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The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated. 

I FEEL CALLED OUT

I’ve used these to outline term papers. nothing like a bath to get your brain to finally kick into gear and figure out your damn thesis

WHAT

Are you kidding, shower crayons are the BEST when you share a bathroom with other people. When I was in college, we had them and we would use them to carry on philosophical debates, finish song lyrics, get life/writing advice, etc. It was so much fun and I miss it. 

are you telling me i can’t remember info bc my brain is rendering???

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure

another unique feature of tumblr is how easily you can monopolize someone's dash. a blog i'm following is on a bill and ted kick tonight so i've been scrolling down an endless tunnel of keanu reeves fanart for the past fifteen minutes. wouldn't want it any other way.

Should’ve checked whether anyone in my house likes eggs before we got chickens. I have 67 eggs that need eating.

go out and throw them at cop cars

How many cop cars do you think are within walking distance of my house

Once you egg the first, there’s a delivery service for more.

Ah yes, the Grand Theft Auto method

[ID: a sketchy drawing of a baby bear on notebook paper with one paw raised and a playful expression. End ID]

what do you mean “sketchy”, he looks so trustworthy

Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi

those are his hooves you bitch

This post changed us fundamentally

So weird to see a post this old and no one is deactivated