learning to be my mother
What We Become, Hailey Noecker / Mirror Traps, Hera Lindsey Bird / unknown / On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong / legitimately fucking dean winchester from supernatural / Elektra, Sophokles / When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen / The White Dress, Nathalie Leger / Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn
Maybe you’d feel better if you just turned to the dark side and went batshit crazy
I don't want a conventional marriage Janet I want to be a scarficial bride to an ungodly entity.
wuold u still love me if i escaped my enclosure
Saw a dude wearing a shirt that said “BEAST MODE ON/OFF” with the “ON” indicated and for a split second I thought it was pointing to “OFF” and i was like thats fucking insane
this would be such an awesome shirt honestly. like count yourselves lucky motherfuckers, im not even in beast mode right now. dont push me or i'll go home and change into my other shirt
we all have that one homie who volunteers to take first watch that they might contemplate the heavens in solitude
Fool that he is, not realizing that it then falls to him to comfort the party member most troubled by their burdens when sleep eludes them.
nothing sluttier than lighting up a cigarette immediately after an absolutely brutal fight and inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief while still disheveled and covered in blood and coming down from the adrenaline high. you could literally have sex onscreen and it would be less erotic.
and getting someone else to light the cigarette for you because you're too badly injured/exhausted to do it yourself... that's gay sex baby
Lighting another mans cigarette with your cigarette?? While it’s in your mouth??? You could fuck in front of me and it would be less gay
— Brenda Hillman, from "Escape & Logic," In a Few Minutes Before Later
nothing sluttier than lighting up a cigarette immediately after an absolutely brutal fight and inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief while still disheveled and covered in blood and coming down from the adrenaline high. you could literally have sex onscreen and it would be less erotic.
and getting someone else to light the cigarette for you because you're too badly injured/exhausted to do it yourself... that's gay sex baby
why write a story if no one’s going to read it?
Sometimes you don’t want to share a story with others. Sometimes you do want to share it, but no one clicks on the title. So why bother writing it down if the only person you can guarantee will read it is you?
- You need to get it out of your head. It just keeps replaying in your imagination on a loop and the only way to get it unstuck is to pin it down on paper.
- You need to figure out what the story is. You have a lot of disjointed scenes or lines that you know are connected but you can’t quite figure out how.
- There’s something in the story that’s important to you, and you don’t want to lose that thing by forgetting it. Future you might find that thing important too.
- You want to be able to go back to the story again and again. Maybe to make adjustments over time. Maybe just to revisit a story that gives you the emotional release you need in that moment.
- You want to be able to use text-to-speech to read the story aloud to you. Maybe it’s a bedtime story. Maybe it’s keeping you company while you do errands and chores.
- You want to find out whether you can write a story (because not everyone can).
- You want to be able to have almost the same story, but a little bit different, and you want to have it 15 times with slight variations. Then you can go through your own personal menu picking exactly the combination of beats that will satisfy you most on this reading.
- You enjoy the process of finding just the right words or phrases or scenes to paint the pictures you want to shape the scene.
- You want to find the exact rhythm and syllables and structure to make a sentence really sing.
- You don’t really have any particular reason, but you know you want to write that story down.

















if home is where the heart is, then we’re all just fucked
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