Subscribing To A Fic Isn’t Enough I Need The Author To Blast A Bat Signal Into The Night Sky Whenever

This man cannot be real. For reference he’s claiming the last time he got the flu would have been prior to 2008.

Guys it’s finally February

Chat, if he doesn’t text me this weekend do I just give up?

yesterday i was insane about that fictional man. today i am insane about that fictional man. tomorrow? take a wild guess brother

Now I really need to know if I’m Kiki or Bouba!!!!

I present to you the REAL Kiki and Bouba

Me when I remember the way brothers are real brothers who do brother things

the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired

Sometimes there is an emptiness that doesn’t fill. A scar the bleeds, raw as the day the wound falls. And a child that will stay forever alone in the room too startled to turn on a light and too hung up on her own words to see that the doors open. Because beyond the door is just another room, which will lead to another room, and they all look the same with the lights off. There are no adults here only children running from room to room with the lights off.

Chat. I am making mutuals.

Chat, politely, when is it my turn to crash out?