can't sleep. too many thoughts abt all my many plans. what to wear tomorrow. shoes maybe? ugh
there's two wolves inside me when I'm writing fanfic:
the wolf that recognizes it's better if I write short fics so I don't get burnt out and actually finish them
and the wolf that remembers that one time the hyperfixation was so strong I wrote 7,000 words in one sitting
when I was a kid, I had this weird fear that one day I would wake up to find that the last few years of my life were a dream and I was like a toddler again
I'm sure you can all imagine how I feel about the idea now
yo check this out. Alexa, cure cancer
Alexa-
etymology is so fun and cool until it's talking about how a word I like is losing its meaning.
mortified doesn't mean horrified you fools! don't do this to me dammit!
someday I hope to have a wikipedia page. but I want it to be as inaccurate as those weird sketchy websites that make up shit about youtubers
like "minatorypigs is 4'11, 7lbs, and was kicked out of Harvard Law for academic dishonesty in 2009."
hearing bird noises in the forest compels me to smile, to do a jig in my soul, to stroll with the gaiety of a man reborn
conversely hearing my phone buzz compels me to rot like half a potato fallen behind the stove
yet my ears subject me to both with the same cold efficiency. we live in a fallen world indeed
ok guys the world is not allowed to end rn, I'm on the toilet and that would be sooo embarrassing
the greatest manifestation of my hubris is occasionally thinking about attempting an undertale genocide run
and remembering the fight with papyrus is my karmic comeuppance
me, after setting an arbitrary time limit for a wip: what nonsense is this?! how could I ever finish in this time frame?! might as well give up and do it never! never I say!