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Writing, at its core, is about stepping into someone else’s shoes. It’s not just about creating characters who are like you, it’s about understanding characters who are nothing like you. Writing forces you to ask, “Why does this person act this way?” “What are they afraid of?” “What do they want?” You have to feel what your characters are feeling, even if you don’t agree with them. That’s how you create characters who are complex, layered, and real.

making a cross stitch that says "I am funny and he would fucking say that" to hang directly above my monitor

"hey toast you stayed up past midnight because you were working on the fic and not because you were procrastinating by making a hideous pattern for a joke cross stitch" have you never met a writer before

im not the same person i was when I pulled that meat out of the freezer this morning. I've changed. i don't have that in me anymore. ive moved on

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

How quickly we forget the dangerous crow boy who’s job it is to destroy plastic

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions