Color Me Curious
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Love Begins
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@i-need-a-nap-asap
I just want to lie on the sofa and listen to the smiths and Lana del rey and play animal crossing and merge dragons and watch dead poets society and maybe sketch a little and cry a bit then curl up in soft blankets and fall asleep
Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.
I love staying up still 1am then sleeping in till 10am on weekends
Its like the only time I get 9 hours of sleep
Fuck relapse. I fucking hate relapse.
Like, you're clean for so long and then one little mistake fuckes it all up.
Quote Prompt
“I’m mad about your role in this, but if you knew ahead of time that there was going to be a zombie outbreak, why did you wear daisy dukes and a crop top? I’d be wearing chain mail.”
"Well, firstly, I wanna look hot at a times, including in the zombie apocalypse. Secondly, these clothes are light and allow me to move fast and agilely, which is something zombies are generally shit at. Thirdly, while I am moving fast and agilely, I will be remaining a cool comfortable temperature, unlike you in your chainmail. See, I did think this through."
writing is so humiliating. like “here’s my little fake guy. he’s very sad about the weather. please clap.”
when ur having a mental breakdown but you've got hotel room service by pitbul stuck in ur head so ur sitting in the corner hyperventelating and rocking backwards and forwards meanwhile ur brain is like "u can bring ur girlfiends and meet me at the hotel"
being a writer is just switching between “i am a literary god” and “why did i write this sentence like an alien who’s never met language.” there is no in between.
the urge to bawl your eyes at dead poets society rn
I still have them
forget academic validation I want the feeling of opening tumblr and having notifications
forget what I said, I want academic validation
Wat do you mean that character died? No they didn't. They're still alive in the au in my head.
charlie dalton in that fuckass cave
forget academic validation I want the feeling of opening tumblr and having notifications
it's you and your mcr t-shirt agaisnt the world so never give up bitch
