FUCK I FORGOT THAT THE BIRD STORE I WORK AT HAS ONE BABY BIRD THAT LIKES TO SLEEP IN PEOPLES POCKETS IM HOME AND SOMETHING IS MOVING IN MY POCKET OH FUCK
YEAH ITS THE BIRD I JUST ACCIDENTALLY STOLE A BIRD
MY BOSS JUST GAVE ME THE MOST STERN LOOK OF DISAPPROVAL BEFORE HE STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD HE HAD TO GRAB THE EDGE OF A TABLE
NO GOD PLEASE DONT LET THIS BE THE POST THAT MAKES ME TUMBLR FAMOUS
It may never cease to amaze me how much more natural my body looks when in a bra & panties than in any other underwear or state of dress
What? Bisexual? She can’t be bisexual, you’re only bisexual if you’re actively fucking two people of two differing genders at the same exact time. The moment you stop fucking them you’re suddenly not bi anymore. It’s science.
I suppose that means we bi people exist in quantum superposition until someone observes us having sex.
Like what the hell Laura Jane Grace came out two years ago in a very public way and just released an album about being trans I’m pretty sure everyone knows that she changed her name so there’s really no need to call her the wrong name or ever bring that name up but once again, cis people are fucking assholes
Shit that’s supposed to be motivational to young writers is making me want to write less now.
The thing I keep seeing is how you have to respect your “apprentice phase”, where you’re learning to write and what you do write is still largely crap and cliches. Everyone talks about how it’s ok, and how it often takes 10 years to grow past this point to good writing, and at 22 people are often more afraid of it even though they have a far longer time ahead of them
Ok fine, point taken. Sure, you can’t expect to be good at something you haven’t put in the practice for yet.
But I’m too invested in everything I write. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t write it. I care about all of my characters, I feel their emotions with them, even my antagonists. I write things that matter, I write stories about people I think deserve to be shared, whether they’re fictional or not. I really, really care about the story I have inside me, about expressing it, and I’m not just doing it for me, god damnit.
But why would I keep writing these stories, fleshing out the lives of these characters, if it’s all cliches and crap? The problem is that these sources are right, I’m supposed to suck at this point, but that’s not acceptable to me. I can’t write all of this down, put in all of my emotion into these characters, and then push it aside and regard it as practice, as a pile of something less than worthy.
Why would I push aside something I care about? And why would I write something about which I didn’t care?