Music Is Powerful Because It Hurts. It Actually, Very Physically Hurts. It Feels Like A Thick Balloon

My brother is so annoying, I'll be like "Here's my new idea for a story! It's just vibes right now lol 😆" and he'll be like "See?!?!?! You can't write any of this because there's no plot!!!1!!1!!! THAT'S why your story sounds so awful!!!! You need to know exactly where the story is going and you have NO CLUE what you're doing!! Who are the characters???? What are their arcs???? How does this all connect????? If you don't already know that, then you CAN'T write this and have it turn out good!!"

Brother stfu I created this last night how do you expect me to have a fully fleshed out narrative when it's still in development

It's hard trying to talk to my mother because when you try to get an answer out of her, she'll imply something that she's not saying and she refuses to say what she means. And when YOU say what you mean, she believes there's a hidden meaning and she won't actually answer your question because she thinks you’re trying to say something else.

I just followed back my friend on Pinterest and I said something flirty through the Pinterest messaging system, but now that I'm thinking about it, I have no way of knowing if that is the friend I'm thinking of, or if I just flirted with a random stranger who wanted to friend me on Pinterest and has a few of the same fandoms as my friend. Who did I just flirt with.

Thought I would share my depressing parody of “Gone Forever” by Three Days Grace because I’m actually a little proud of how it turned out. Trigger warning for depression. (I’m okay now in case anyone is worried.)

Don’t know what’s going on.

Don’t know why I’m wrong.

Feels like a hundred years my

Ambition has been gone.

And I stay up all night

With these bloodshot eyes

While these walls surround me;

Where’s the meaning of my life?

I’d feel so much better

If I were gone forever.

I tell myself you wouldn’t miss me at all.

It’s not lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

Wish feelings were more clear.

So do you need me here?

While I’m in dark surroundings,

D’you wish I’d disappear?

And I try hard to find

The reasons in my mind.

Until the morning comes I’ll

Just want to end my life.

Would you feel much better

If I were gone forever?

Tell yourself you wouldn't miss me at all.

Be lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

First time thoughts screamed at me

I tried hard not to leave.

I need to know it can get so much better.

I hope that you’d miss me.

I hope you make me see.

“Don’t be gone forever.”

Wish feelings were more clear.

I wish you’d need me here.

While I’m in dark surroundings,

Don’t let me disappear.

I want to feel better.

Don’t want to leave forever.

I tell myself that I would miss you all.

I’m not lying, denying, that I just want it better;

Now don’t let it be forever.

And now I want forever.

Don’t let me end forever.

Imagine your f/o singing the last song that you listened to

Dear Netflix,

WHERE is my 12-25 episode long original fantasy anime about Santa as a gorgeous young man being bitter and a complete jerk with a tragic backstory that has an unnecessarily deep plot in which he overcomes his past and the issues of today to become the kindhearted man that the legend of Santa lends him to be with more complexity and emotion than it has any right to have?

How NaNoWriMo started: *a good balance between action and dialogue, exposition done in a natural way*

How it’s going: *all dialogue with the occasional nod or smile, run-on sentences, exposition spoon-fed to the audience*

@duskianfae YOU GET IT. No because listen, that was almost exactly my thought process.

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

one of the problems with having long hair is that when you wake up your hair will be scratching at your neck so you go to move your hair only to find that it’s actually coming from the other side of your head but there is a momentary panic of “where did this hair come from it’s not connected to anything” but no it’s just from the other side it’s fine, chill

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.