To all the people in my inbox tryna spam me out of my book ideas: trust, you do not want them. I don't even want those little shits.
YOU GUYS HELP I NEED HELP MY CAT IS LAYING ON MY LEGS AND HE'S SLEEPING BUT I HAVE TO GET UP BECAUSE SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR BUT HE'S SO PRECIOUS AND MY PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL AND HE'S SLEEPING YOU GUYS WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO
"She closes the door with a soft click, sighing softly once it's closed. She rubs a hand over her face, pinballing between exasperation and minor cases of despair. He's angry. With her. That much is obvious, but she has no idea how to fix it. She'll just have to deal with it later."
(Excerpt from my WIP, and also a personal attack on my life.)
I scrolled all the way through my dash for the first time and finally disvovered that it doesn't go on forever ☹️
I went to see Wicked with my nieces last weekend, and I was genuinely upset and personally hurt that Elphaba and Galinda were not, in fact, lesbians who were deeply, secretly in love with each other and Fiyero (however tf you spell it) was not their gay best friend forever and ever, not take backsies. Because all of the screenshots I've ever seen from stage performances really do make it look like it...
im gonna cry stop
missing them hours