Last night I had a dream about the grinch and his heart was swelling to three times its size because of the excessive love he felt for the whos or whatever the fuck unpruned his heart but instead of overflowing with love it was just stress cardiomyopathy from the excessive noise and he went into cardiac arrest and this seemed important enough to inform tumblr
Twins
You guys I hate writing because what comes spilling from the ink that I fought for with my BLOOD AND TEARS is either
"His breath pushes past his lips, cascading in a feather-soft free fall towards what could be, landing just short of 'I love you' and 'please stay' and 'you haven't even left yet but I already miss your laugh' but it's only ever that: just a breath. Nothing more than a sigh, or an exhale."
or it's some fuckass shit like
"Well God could suck it, fuck her backwards over a squeaky table, and impregnate her with Jesus 2.0 before she ever made a decision for herself."
AND THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN. SEND HELP.
For those who have been asking about my writing schedule... it's about as erratic as my posting schedule, and susceptible to only occasional strokes of coherent thought that are either psychotic or genius. I could post like ten things in one hour one day and then be more dry than my ex's personality for the next week. Do not ask this of me 😭😭😭
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
Right next to each other in the feed 😂 (there was an ad right in between unfortunately tho)
I’m obsessed with this man
Just your average queer writer, obsessed with a myriad of random BS that won't give me anything but amusement and happiness in life. 19, Minors please DNI.
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