Is it really procrastination if it’s writing something to avoid writing what you are supposed to be writing? Like words are getting done, people. That should count for something
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Is it really procrastination if it’s writing something to avoid writing what you are supposed to be writing? Like words are getting done, people. That should count for something
i’m like, very much in the mood for a really good Stony fic but also really in the mood to get pissed if i end up with one that isn’t what i like so i’m just...
I dislike it very much when my mind goes a thousand ways a second, and I can't seem to rein any of it in.
I just finished Flowers for My Life. I don't know what to do with all these feels.
(I understand why you asked me that anon, I was making a reference to PTV's song, Fast Times at Clairmont High, so. If I am high, you'll know.)
Can I really have the audacity to desire my own self-designed concept of happiness? If not of love, success, stability, a life of impulsive risks and high rewards, to be a vagabond who dabbles in dalliances with beauties of interest and wit. Is it so bad to, for once, ask for just one of these things, even I know I couldn't possibly need them all.
Apparently so, for I have none.