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Me: Yup, this is going pretty well, I can keep writing FHYP until it’s finished. Not that long left to go. I am so super focused.
My Brain: psst. kid. you want these... ten million demon!Matt plot bunnies?
Me: Um. Not right now, actually, I’m kind of in the middle of--
My Brain: GOOD LUCK THEY’RE YOURS NOW BYE
trying to do my rewrite of chapter 2 but my head is not in the right space so every time I see a typo I feel like a hack.
Welp... apparently brain has decided we may now not eat a burger unless we watch supernatural. This MUST be done together.
No it is not negotiable.
Oh no...
me: ok i’m gonna write and turn in my film paper i feel good right now. brain: ok instead imagine a really tense and brutal scene involving tegan and someone else and HI FUCKER IT’S CURB STOMP TIME
//My mind randomly produced one (1) nsfwish hc and I kinda of wanna and don’t wanna share it
My brain is more concerned with folding laundry than it is sleeping...I feel there's something wrong with this picture
What if someone spent their entire life locked up in a small room with only a mirror and some books. Some faceless stranger drops off food now and then, but they leave it in such a manner that their face is never seen. And this person who lives in the nearly empty room, begins to believe that the reflection in the mirror is another person, because there has never been another person to tell them otherwise.
