"Jeeves is my love slave."
"sounds like a Chuck Tingle novel."
"would it be 'Jeeves is my love slave' or 'Jeeves *comma* my love slave'?"

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"Jeeves is my love slave."
"sounds like a Chuck Tingle novel."
"would it be 'Jeeves is my love slave' or 'Jeeves *comma* my love slave'?"
Fame is a funny thing. We all have these people we look up to, larger-than-life celebrities who guide us along like lighthouses in the raging storm of life. Their art is there for us when nobody else is. Sometimes, it raises us. Then, one day, we learn something terrible. We learn these people we admire are not at all who they seemed to be, and suddenly we're left with this strange hollowness.
From Fabulous Bodies by Chuck Tingle
Eddie Michaels most of the book:
Silly doodle, since the moment this connection was made in my mind, I had to
gosh life is so beautiful its really overwhelming sometimes how beautiful it is
Last night I read Fabulous Bodies by Chuck Tingle in one sitting and it was fucking awesome. I’ve never wanted a horror novel turned into a movie so badly, nor have I ever felt so invested in the lifestyle choices of an influencer. God she was insufferable. I wish her the best.
AND THATS OKAY
Lucky Day was stupidly good. Love is Real
i start every single morning with a trot up the hill into nature. its very meditative and important to my writing process, and its something i strongly recommend to creative buckaroos. hard not to find gratitude in the arms of a world so vast and beautiful. here is a photo from todays trot