Stop Trying To Make Your Draft Perfect On The First Try. Your Characters Don’t Care. Your Plot Doesn’t

WE GOT AROMANTIC TRENDING BOYS!!!! (gender neutral)

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

youre offline because you have an irl life and miss one load bearing post on here and all of a sudden you dont understand any of the vagues on your dash for the next week

I just finished the first season of Game of Thrones, after starting the show like 2 days ago and let me tell you. I am in awe, and also devastated, and also Game of Thrones is going on my list of favorite tv shows immediately. I love it sm

y'all. i'm, like, re-reading some of my older writing from a few months ago, to procrastinate on my new writing, and, like...

i'm actually good at this. somehow. don't fuckin ask me how, i got no clue, but like...

I'M ACTUALLY GOOD AT WRITING

I DIDN'T JUST GASLIGHT MYSELF INTO THINKING THAT I WAS

this is the dream folks i have no writing published anywhere and i'm writing this post to procrastinate writing a sex scene cause im a wuss and i'm really fuckin tired but like

this is the dream. i'm good at this. for real.

so to all you writers out there:

you. are. good. at. writing.

you didn't just gaslight yourself into thinking you were, you aren't just delusional, YOU ARE GOOD AT WRITING!

keep your chins up y'all if i'm good at this so are you

Ok if any aroallo people see this, can you like... explain what being aroallo is like to me or something? One of my characters is aromantic bisexual (ish), but I literally have no fuckin clue how to write an aroallo character. please help lmao

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

GUYS

IM GOING TO A HOZIER CONCERT

I GOT TICKETS TO GO WITH MY BROTHER IN JULY AND IM SO FUCKING EXCITED THIS IS AMAZING

Happy birthday to me!!

I wish I was a lizard.