me: stutters out fifteen sentence fragments that no-one can make sense of not even me
me: you know?that one friend who knows you better than you: yeah
Tag: text
brain: bored.
me: we could watch this show?
brain: no.
me: we could….play this game we’ve been looking forward to for a while?
brain: no.
me: we could draw?
brain: no.
me: okay, fine, what do YOU want to do?
brain:
brain:
brain: bored.
“oh no not again” -me waking up
Old fans welcoming new people to a fandom:
IVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE
someone: I don’t like [favorite character]
me, hovering over the unfollow: am I this petty
Writing your own world’s mythology sounds hard until you realize most mythologies are created on the “oh, haven’t you heard?” principle
Some ancient Greek dude: hey why are you pregnant? You aren’t married
The lady about to come up with zeus: oh haven’t you heard?
toxic masculinity is men only wanting to see Hugh Jackman in violent action films while he just wants to sing show tunes
“you’re a writer, right?”
Me, staring at the one sentence ive managed to add in the last hour: In theory
“WHAT TEAM?!” I shout out the window into the night.
Somewhere, hundreds of miles away, Zac Efron wakes from a restless sleep, sitting bolt upright “WILDCATS”
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