you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them
Butter is just toast lube pass it on
a breeze that blows up on a summer afternoon walk, when just wished for one so you don’t pass out.
“Can I drive? No offense, but you kinda suck.”
“Did you just do that?”
“You earn how much?”
“Me and you? Pffft.”
“How are we suppose to do this when you’re like this?”
“Why don’t we just murder them?”
“I think what you just explained is murder. And. No.”
“You have a pet crow?”
“I just stole a million dollars!”
“Can the zombie apocalypse just happen already?”
Very deep meaning
As we made our way into the city, the greenery gave way to apartment complexes. Clusters of satellite dishes mushrooming from the sides of the buildings were the only sign of life.
“Only the wisest, the most skilled, and the most valiant may enter this guild.”
“So then why is he here?”
“Well…those with vast riches may also enter. Really, we just require you to possess some sort of superlative.”
People in badly written fantasy stories will usually talk about the major historical events of their world and how magic has affected the lives of everyone, but ask a person in the real world to describe the effects of WWI and the invention of the combustion engine on modern life and they’d probably couldn’t tell you.
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