
if i look back, i am lost

blake kathryn
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oozey mess
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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shark vs the universe
occasionally subtle

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@wumbo-the-bumbo
I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-
like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?
So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?
But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.
It's MY URL.
IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.
THE ONE *I WROTE*.
In *2013*.
And FORGOT ABOUT
BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING
And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like
IT WAS ALL GOOD?
IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??
I'M A GOOD WRITER?????
itâs ween
Hallo, ween!
Every single time someone mentions police role-playing in a sexual context I think of this tinder interaction and I instantly become absolutely stricken with laughter
They offered me a job as a fucker. Yeah you heard me right, a fucker. Job is to fuck things. Boss points at something and says fuck it, I fuck it. That's my job. And I'm damn good at it. Pays like dirt and wears on the mind. Wears on the mind.
I was cooking on twitter today
I was the guy who made sure the radio was always playing Fortunate Son by CCR during the vietnam war. Every single radio had to be tuned to that songÂ
fun fact, i can be killed but it wonât last
still stings like a bitch tho. would you stop that
I always thought these pictures were photoshopped but apparently a man in guangzhou china did indeed make a huge ass garden to cover up the fact he illegally added three more stories to his apartment
another illegal rooftop garden in beijing
and an illegal temple in shenzhen
Become ungovernable
Become ungardenable
Kid called me a bonerhead so I vaporized all seven billion billion billion of his atoms
Fair, but did the dog really deserve it too, OP? :'(
No witnesses
A reminder
young harry houdini was hot. ppl didnât go to those shows to watch the illusions they went to watch a half naked guy chain himself up
this bitch would stay behind a curtain for twenty minutes to build suspense and the audience would happily wait. no way they were there just to see a neat trick
Petite and fertile. Perhaps breedable
I realize I was the one that made the âharry houdini is hot and his audience is into bdsmâ post but you def made it worse so like. thanks I guess
He was also the first person to fly an aeroplane in Australia. That's not relevant to this topic it's just interesting.
His name was also inspired by the Father of prestidigitation, Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin, born in my humble town of Blois. This is even less relevant and maybe a little chauvinistic, but it's a reminder of the fact that if you make a Houdini parody in your work of fiction, you imply the existence of Robert-Houdin and thus the existence of Blois in the world you have created. This is a threat.
And the -Houdin part of his name was taken from his wife, who was not a magician, which always amuses me since it's the part that Houdini used.
Source: thedodo
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Weatherman discovers his monitor has a touch screen