The Depth Of Emotion Fantasy Can Invoke Is Sometimes Overwhelming, Especially When Coupled With A Good

My workplace finally added a place to insert a card on the vending machine, so I got to eat a smol pie on my lunch break

It's been a year since last year.

My OL2 oc, who can speak fine around girls but not around boys in Step 1, upon meeting this new redhead who can speak fine around boys but not around girls, also in Step 1: Ah, a kindred spirit.

My little brother found another alpaca of a similar design at a thrift shop, and now my alpaca has a neon orange trans girlfriend.

I was talking to my brother about some of my stuffed animals, and I realised that I unintentionally made them pretty diverse. So far we have

• a lesbian alpaca

• a pyromaniac nonbinary sheep with he/they pronouns

• a gay eldritch abomination disguised as a bear

• an aroace immortal sheep in a constant state of childhood innocence despite its previous canon lore of being known for manipulative tactics (all for good reasons)

• and the ally teddy bear

There should be a lock button on photo apps so that when I show my conservative parents a picture, they can't accidentally swipe to see all the gay fanart right next to it.

Maybe I would actually eat if I didn’t have to change out of my pajamas before going upstairs.

The one time I ever got caught passing notes in class left me very confused, because it had been reading time and the teacher always let us do our own thing as long as we were quiet, so while she was reading, I gave the girl next to me a note saying that I liked her drawing. She wrote back with another compliment, and we just exchanged them back and forth a few times before the teacher suddenly snapped up the paper and read it. She often read notes out loud to the class, but she didn’t that time, and then she told us to not write notes again. Excuse me, miss, this is READING TIME AND YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS BY STOPPING A COMPLIMENT EXCHANGE

I’m trying to write a story and I want to add romance but it’s hard because I don’t like romance. The only reason I’m doing this is because I looked at my character and was like you. you are gay. And now I really ship them but I don’t want to WRITE IT

My brother is so annoying, I'll be like "Here's my new idea for a story! It's just vibes right now lol 😆" and he'll be like "See?!?!?! You can't write any of this because there's no plot!!!1!!1!!! THAT'S why your story sounds so awful!!!! You need to know exactly where the story is going and you have NO CLUE what you're doing!! Who are the characters???? What are their arcs???? How does this all connect????? If you don't already know that, then you CAN'T write this and have it turn out good!!"

Brother stfu I created this last night how do you expect me to have a fully fleshed out narrative when it's still in development

I Used to Write

I used to write. I used to have paper and pens and pencils and crayons and markers stuffing my purse to bursting, and I used to USE them. My purse would be full of character ideas and dialogue and descriptions of lights and sounds and emotion. There were words in everything I did, my mind narrating my every action as if I were in a parallel fantasy world.

And now my purse is full of pens that don’t work, pencils with no lead, and half-filled papers with faded words that will never know their fate. My mind only speaks my fears. I feel nothing but regret and longing for a time where I could feel more. I used to write.