*pops My Head Into The Kitchen* Hey So It Smells GREAT In Here, We Have An ETA On Table Time?

I love music. So much. I love art. I love poetry. I love language and writing and verse. I love oil on canvas and I love a child’s muddy handprint on the wall.

I love sunsets and I love sunrises. I love desert storms and I love typhoons. I love expression, and experience, and the awe that is accrued by taking a breath.

And I am so fucking tired of being called pretentious, or dramatic, or a try-hard for finding art in all things.

I swear I meant this to be a writing blog where I distract myself from my obligations but I keep thinking about Batman on main

A Discovery of Witches, Season One, Episode One

If you haven’t seen it yet, try to make it at least half an hour in.

The dialogue gets better.

Also:

This is one of those times something get’s compared to Twilight and it’s not lying. This has strong Twilight-isms, for better or worse.

Attached or unattached?

golly i am like 3 seconds away from chewing on someone's ear

The Terrible Terror that is taking selfies. How can I go from “whaT BEAST IS THIS” to “oh maybe I’m ethereal” in 5 minutes

Real

Something something divine rights of kings -> the inherent idea that to kill something is to take its place -> something something to have growth interrupted into an offshoot you must kill off the original thing

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

Can’t talk I’m busy pursuing the homosexual agenda

So at what point in writing your book do you admit that you realized halfway through the outlining process-

“Fuck I’m writing wolfstar as lesbians.”

I did this all for you by Xana: Destiel Anthem?

“You make a mess of mistakes, I just savour the taste, but I forgave this worthless world, because it gave me you.”

“I did this all so you could have your happy after, a never ending chapter. Call you up in the middle of the night just to enchant you[…]Now I’m part of you for the rest of your damn life.”

“Said you wanted closure, it’s never really over, didn’t wanna scare ya when I lost all my composure. Wishing you would save me, am I going just crazy? Every shooting stars rolling their eyes at me lately.”