Whenever i see my uncle and we talk about how much i hate my job he goes “ah, well, that’s because you should be working on your novel. I know you’ve got one in you!” And i have to hit him with one of these
bc idk how to tell him that I do write fiction, very often actually, but unfortunately i’m the victim of a curse that renders me incapable of writing about anything except a gay-ass lizard and his big beefy husband













