you’re about the warmest person I ever met

Galaxies are yurinating...

don't say it like that

Write a story that just takes place inside one pathetic little person’s head. Do it. It’s enrichment in your enclosure.

Do the writer’s equivalent of playing with finger paints. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it

It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping but listen. Listen. Just get weird with it. Open your soul up a little bit. Like actually don’t worry about it being palatable. I’m serious. Get weirder. Get weirder right now. I’m demanding that you get weirder right now. It’s not your responsibility to make your reader feel good. It’s your job to make art, goddamnit. Make art. Make weird art. Open up your third eye and eat an entire cheesecake.

location sharing in modern relationships is so bizarre to me. like I get having find my iPhone on or whatever but if my S/O texts me some bullshit like “why is your location saying you’ve been at 337 South Front Street for 30 minutes?” I am considering them a hostile entity. we are no longer dating. you are like a slasher in a horror film to me now. you do not need to be up my ass like that. checking a loved one’s location should be a last resort if you can’t contact them and you have reason to worry. then again, I’m one of the few souls alive who refuses to turn on read receipts or text back in a timely manner. very much a call me if it’s important, be patient if it’s not kind of person.

Happy Halloween the 1st!

reblog this and in the tags, write the band that comes to mind first when you think back to being 13 years old

It took me way, way too long and too far into adulthood to understand that there are people who actually want kids. Like want want them, actively yearn to have little ones that are their own. Not just reluctantly thinking they might be able and willing to endure having some and tolerate their presence. But actually honest to god being certain that they cannot be happy if they can't have kids. In a way I still really can't wrap my head around it. There being people who really do genuinely want kids and can't picture themselves having a truly happy and fulfilling life that doesn't include being a parent.

somebody on tumblr with no air conditioning: I hate how heat is inescapable. When it's too cold I can always just wear more clothes, drink a cup of hot tea, move myself around more, and DO SOMETHING about it, but in heat I can't just??? take my skin off?? eight people manifesting out of nowhere: Excuse me but... I cannot maintain body temperature on my own and I need the room temperature to always be at 36.5–37.5 °C or I die. I weight 35 kg and 31% of my body weight is bone mass. I do not secrete enough oil in my skin or scalp to need a shower every month but every time I need to be transported in or out of the shower I almost die from hypothermia. I also have to wear floaters when I shower because I have no buoyancy and I sink like a rock whenever I come into contact with water. I spend my life in one of those neonatal oxygen boxes that they keep premature infants inside because I am too fragile to exist. Surely our situations are the same and you must understand that cold is so much worse for poor little me than heat is to you.

hi um my liege y-you asked me to um. report back to you when the prisoner you sent into the labyrinth had been, um, dealt with by th-the minotaur. well y-your highness t-there seems to be a bit of an, ahem, issue. no, no the prisoner is still in the labyrinth, y-yes the minotaur found them. i-it just ah, um, it appears that the. it appears that the prisoner and the minotaur are, um, they're-