Not all those who wander are lost

There's always a moment of intense cultural whiplash whenever I realize I'm talking to someone who thinks "legal" and "illegal" are meaningful categories and ascribes innate goodness to following the law. It's like meeting a space alien.

i think i really enjoy....helplessness in a narrative. You or a character are trapped in an impossible situation but you're given JUST enough tools to get a glimmer of hope. You learn the rules of this world and play around it, you learn what to do and what to avoid, you even triumph in some situations. You forget that you've gotten yourself between a rock and a hard place. Just because you can inch your way forward doesn't mean you arms aren't pinned to your sides, it doesn't mean that every time you breathe in, you aren't reminded of the mountain above you. Yet you still forget, because the gravel hasn't crushed you yet. What will you do, when the earth begins to rumble around you, but you've come too far to turn back?

as a writer you will have a specific deck of vocab words you like using a lot and when you read other peoples' work you will see a very clear spread of different vocab words on their end. this is why you need to read, to collect other writers' words like it's a card game

not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

don’t contact me. ever

it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

this meeting could have been a thirty year long loveless marriage

not to sound like Captain James T Kirk of the Starship Enterprise but I really do enjoy the way Spock very often just straight up bends over his station and only looks over his shoulder, ass still out, when reporting his scientific findings