Howdy

i can tell when the edible starts to work when i start z-targeting shit irl

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times

nothing online is ever truly deleted. except that one fucking thing you're looking for

if you've never engaged with a creative art on a regular basis you need to understand that it requires concerted effort to get into "the groove" to make something and every second that it takes to get into that groove causes physical pain, but the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it.

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

Cops are here.

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

im jacking you.

Sent a 12 year old on a fake Hero’s Journey last week and holy shit he actually did it

Messing up my customer service hotline job and playing a gunshot sound effect over the phone then coming back with a slightly different accent

those days where your entire train of thought is just “I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS I CAN’T DO THIS I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT PLEASE HELP ME” and whole time ur just like. sitting at your desk completely fine