My Special Talent Is Putting My Characters Through Hell And Then Crying About It As If It’s Not Somehow

Today's mood:

The only thing messier than my room are my stories-

me: okay time to work on the main plot of my story

also me: *plans an extremely detailed entire four-part series as some kind of AU of said story and forgets about the main plot entirely*

I'll save my homework for tomorrow then 🤷‍♀️

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”

— Pablo Picasso (via meineluft)

by josemostajo

If you think someone’s shirt is cool, tell them! If you think your friend is beautiful, tell them! If you love someone’s art, tell them! Speak goodness into the world, it is time to stop suppressing kind thoughts.

*me writing fic*

me to me: don’t use the word eyes, you just used it in the previous sentence. use something else

my inner me to me: no, don’t call eyes orbs, it’s cringey

my deeper inner me to me: call them face balls

writer me: god i really don’t want to kill this character :(

me: then don’t? you can just keep them alive?

writer me: sounds fake but ok

I'm a writer, which means I have 15 ideas, to which I have the beginning, the entire world, 3 unnamed charakters and the specific lines at the end

when you’re parents make you do something while you’re in the middle of writing your fic and when you come back you don’t even know what you’re writing anymore

me, creating another WIP and adding it to the pile: I have done good work this day