Allow Me To Set The Scene...

He pulls the thin strands of his hair up into a messy bun, feeling the sparse follicles crunch like corn husks in his grip.

He looks at himself in the mirror, his face pulled taut by the Hello Kitty scrunchie struggling to grip his almost non-existent locks, and his complexion a cheeto dust orange.

It was clear in that moment. He was not like other ex presidents.

Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.

i think it's fine to attribute some desire to biology, like wanting to have kids. like yeah I'm sure a lot of it is the living creature need to proliferate. it doesn't bug me. same as acknowledging that love is dopamine or whatever. a cynic saying love is just chemicals in our brains isn't a gotcha. like ok we as humans were so driven and fascinated by our capacity to love that we found the exact juice that produces that feeling and gave it a name. that's awesome, actually, i dig that, i love that. with my chemicals.

The struggle between not caring and caring way too much all the fucking time...

i’m like “i don’t give a fuck” & then have an anxiety attack

Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms

cardiologist backstreet boys: Ain't nothin but a heartache

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

Is this a problem?

You know when you get one of those readers who comments on every chapter of your fic, pointing out their favorite parts and quoting lines that really resonated with them?

Yeah, as a writer, this is an absolute gift. ❤️

thank fucking god I'm not 14 anymore