did you guys know that imagining something = as good as having it
it's actually better than having it because you dont have to have it
TRUE.

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did you guys know that imagining something = as good as having it
it's actually better than having it because you dont have to have it
TRUE.
this fic is so good i hope i write it
not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.
hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards
shhhh theyre sleeby 🤏🤏
highly recommend: making that character’s mourning WORSE!!!! make them play pretend with that corpse. make it seem like they’re moving on until they start telling the new person to start dyeing their hair the color of the person they lost and start calling them their name to make it clear that they’re hanging out with this person now to try and make them into the old one. make your grieving character put people in the same situation the person they’re mourning died in and have them hope they die to prove it was unpreventable. make your grieving character put people in the same situation the person they’re mourning died in and have them hope they live to prove that it wasn’t doomed to happened. make your grieving characters actively harm the people around them and the memory of the person they lost. I love you morally dubious grieving characters
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
"which could mean nothing" is one of the most useful phrases to ever enter my lexicon thank you rpf
Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance
loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are
they call me the avoider for reasons i don't really want to talk about
ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be into shit no one cares about
I bet it feels real good to be a sailing ship when they tighten the rigging
wrong. everyone get more perverted about marine vessels now and I'm not kidding
this post reaching Actual Ship Captains is beyond delightful holy moly
Actually, the reason to write that rarepair longfic that no one else is going to read is so you can go back and re-read it yourself when you're sad.
Or horny.
(Said with the same cadence as “Will you come to my cottage this summer”)
does anyone remember feeling well
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