Thetyrantofanewera - Thetyrantofanewera

EM DASHES, MY LOVES 😭😭😭

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

LMAOOOOOOOO

no seriously the accuracy hurts.

The thing neurotypicals tend not to understand about the ADHD brain is that it really only has two gears

I turn to the chalkboard and carefully write out

WORKIN' HARD

HARDLY WORKIN'

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone

The Legend of the Snow Tit

Yes, I am dead serious and you read that right.

So.

My nieces live in South Carolina with my sister and her partner, and they just recently had snow. There were less than three inches, but I swear on chocolate and Timothee Chalamet's immaculate jawline that these girls spent six hours STRAIGHT collecting snow from my sister's driveway, all of their cars, the gotdamn mailbox, and both of their neighbors' driveways for what ended up being 12 buckets, five gallons each, of snow.

They said that they wanted to build a snowman that was taller than me, so that we could get married before he melted because apperently their only criteria for my future husband is that he's taller than I am. Don't ask... kids are weird, and these ones specifically are very distressed that I, at 19 years old, have not gotten married and provided them with a male, boy cousin. They really wanted a brother, but my sister and her partner don't want anymore kids.

Anywah, I took the girls to the mall today and it was about 50 degrees, and the snowman was already on his last legs. His head was lost at some point, likely to the heat. When we came back, the entire torso had melted into a ball vaguely the size of a golf ball and I shit you not, my six year old niece's first comment was that "it looks like a giant boob sticking out of the ground."

WAIT EXCEPT NUMBER FOUR FUCK YOU GUYS MY BAD I'M FINE I PROMISE

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

Why would I write when I could imagine my characters going through the story and then get upset when a copy of the work doesn’t magically appear in front of me