Me: *looking At A Porcelain Hand In The Home Decor Aisle Of A Store* If I Lost My Hands In Some Kind

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

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

she's evil manipulative two sided and cold to YOU. to ME she's my wife

Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

Current mood

"absence makes the heart grow fonder" well actually it was already as fond as can be it's just also Sad now. come back here

I love when I’m writing a scene heavily focused on a characters drives and fears and suddenly something clicks and it’s like

☆YOU’VE UNLOCKED A NEW BACKSTORY☆

villains who could have been protagonists in different circumstances? I live for that shit

Sword w cellphone charms