worldbuilding process:
step 1: make up some cool mysterious shit
step 2: desperately struggle to figure out why all the cool shit is there
me, a slave to love: **does something pathetic**
me, an author: OH HO HO
me: i should write plot relevant things
also me: what if instead i just wrote about makeouts
U know when you compliment a girl and she’s not expecting it and her face lights up and she gets really excited?? it makes me Gay
Are people actually afraid to double text???? I will send 16 messages in a row and feel no shame whatsoever idk
my deepest and truest aesthetic is that one I SPY scene where there’s a bunch of blocks set up like a freeway and a veritable traffic jam of little toy cars yet it’s all backlit softly like no one is in a hurry. that is my aesthetic
be the cryptid you wish to see in the woods
side-eyes the email in her inbox that says “Let’s write 750 words today!”
side-eyes the 3000+ words she’s written
side-eyes her side eyes
you, a simpleton, a pleb: modern day coffee shop au
me, vastly superior, and VERY cool: they meet at a furry convention au
no proper coping mechanisms. we shove our problems onto our ocs and die like men.