Hi This Is Absolutely Killing Me, Could Someone Please Point Me In The Direction Of That Video Of The

Oh so when Ella Ashmore finds out her God(s) are false and gets power from a new more Eldrich one to defeat her enemies it's a good thing and she's seen as a hero. But when I, Grace Chasity-

you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor

hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly can’t even get shit done because i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. i’m listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER

i really hate people.

and not in the "iM nOt LiKe OtHeR gIrLs" type of way.

i hate adults because they raised us to stand up for what we believe in, to do the right thing no matter what, to be ourselves. then the moment you try to express yourself you are told that's wrong because how dare you be your own person.

i hate teenage boys because sure they seem cool until you find them with their grouo of friends telling rape jokes and saying racial/homophobic/sexist slurs every five seconds.

i hate teenage girls because they just talk and gossip and spread rumers and they don't shut up and they're obsessed with having the perfect supermodel body and i swear one of the main things they care about is if their hair looks okay.

so no. i don't like people.

i despise them with every ounce of my being.

Writing what you think other people want to read over what you want to write will slowly kill your creativity.

Write those self indulgent fics! Write those self-inserts. Write what you find joy in creating—not what you think is an objectively “good” story. If you have fun writing it, it is good. I promise there’s someone out there who will enjoy reading your stories as much as you enjoy writing them.

after taking this month to process my trauma, i now have explanations for why i'm so broken lmao

ah, i get these kind of dream-like-things often. i feel like i've woken up, but then anything i touch/reach out to disappears. one time it looked like my mom walked in the room and she poofed as well then i woke up for a second time crying. what's up with that?

I thought I had a just woken up from a nightmare. When I opened my eyes, I saw an old man sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me. I did not recognize him, but I didn’t feel particularly scared to see him there. I sat up in bed and reached out my arm to touch him and then suddenly he was gone, and I was awake sitting up in bed with my arm still reaching out.

“when your feet don’t touch the ground. when your own heart underestimates you… when your dreams devour you..when you feel you are not yourself.” — namjoon, wild flower (2022)