"Wife mad at me , hope i die"
anytime I get a LinkedIn connection request its like okay so you want me bad
every time i get a headache so strong it feels like i’m about to black out i think of henry winter and it gives me strength. rip
I like when the bus stops directly in front of you out of the line of waiting people and opens its doors. Chosen by the dragon
“slut slut slut” i chant into the mirror. and there he appears behind me. sirius orion black.
he’s a 10 but one of his paintings keeps getting uglier and more horrific with each passing day
the way that I try to be so artsy and cool but the reality is that i’m just a fucking loser
Oh how the tables have turned
Like emily henry once said “I fucking love writing about love. I love taking my cynical little brain and forcing it to acknowledge one of the greatest, most mysterious, most miraculous experiences you can have as a human being. I love art that requires vulnerability and getting over your own shame, that peels away all the protective layers we pile on ourselves to seem cool, aloof, respectable, smart, worthy to the world around us. I love making books that engage with the terrifying and often humiliating act of hoping! Thank you to the romance writers who've been doing this way longer than I have and the readers who have been brave enough to like what they like in a world that tries to denigrate it, and lastly, fuck the misogyny that belittles stories about women's pleasure and joy”.