Writing Is Not Always Writing.

My brain when I’m in front of a blank page: I cannot write. I have never seen a word in my entire life. What the fuck even is a sentence?

My brain while I’m trying to fall asleep: I have ascended and become a literary god. I will now paint you a vivid daydream using the best descriptors and words that flow like fresh rainwater. Bet you wish you could write this all down, huh? Bet you’ll forget in the morning, huh? Bitch.

gwen&cindy

PSA/Rant, if you will.

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Above is what I am saying about Danplan CURRENTLY, and why I am hurt by what I’ve seen.

Do you ever wish you could forget a game Jack played just so you watch him play it again with the same excitement as you did with the first watch?

Me staring at the Night In The Woods play through

That infamous prison escape.

nearly every character pedro pascal plays is like a charismatic intimidating figure with some sort of skill in combat meanwhile every photo i see of that man irl has this energy 

Big Sur, California by Kristin Castenschiold

FULL MOON IN CANCER 

ig: smeccea

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN: JSC TRIO

“stop fucking around, potato girl!”

“do you even know what you’re doing?! stop it, sasha… i don’t want to kill you…”

“who would even think of eating the whole thing by themselves?! ahhhh she’s eating me she’s eating me she’s eating me!”

“sasha?! that meat is jean! you can’t recognize him anymore?!