Ignorance is bliss, but madness is better

the demon i am on a first date with: i should apologize ahead of time. see my horns are so huge and majestic that i cannot put a shirt on. i am cursed to never have a shirt on so you can always see my (large) torso. i understand that might be rude me: dang. i am sorry for your situation. we will just have to try make the best of it

the sheer offensiveness of rereading something you wrote, discovering that, hey, it’s actually pretty good, and then reaching the end, wherein you realize that if you want more you actually have to write it

fuck’s sake 

writers will look at their own WIPs and be like “is anyone gonna finish that” and then close the tab

m e

enough with fantasizing! go out and do! reject being paralyzed by fear!