Me, A Writer: Ah, But What If I Just Don’t write

babe are u okay? ur shaking in fear bc im holding you at knifepoint instead of falling in love with me like i planned

i love narratives that are two fundamentally different experiences on the first and second read. stories you have to experience at least twice bc crucial information is withheld from you the first time

well fuck

I want to see my blood in your mouth (flirting)

when the character finally has the breakdown you’ve been building to all book

This is the coolest desk I’ve ever seen.

*clearly covered in blood and guts but trying to act normal* Ok. Maybe i did awaken my inner beast. So what. Fuck you guys

nah man i cant come over tomorrow im gonna listen to songs and think about characters. yeah no its gonna be all day