when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
I am a girl.
Always have been, always will be. It took me a while to figure that out, But that doesn’t make it any less true.
I am a girl.
I like dresses and skirts, Thigh-highs and Plushies, Light pinks and blues.
I am a girl.
When I hike in the woods or bike on the road, When I party with friends or play games alone, When I march in the street or cry on my bed, I am a girl. Nothing can change that. Not a politician’s pen, or a bigot’s threats, Not a prison’s cell, or a Nazi’s camp.
I am a girl.
When I’m bloodied and beaten, When I’m old and withered, When I’m long dead and gone,
I will always be a girl.
They call me the girl kisser because of the way I uhm. Uh. Well.
another option:
turning it into a windows 95 logo is also acceptable.
"I have depression." - character who has been through extensive therapy.
"I feel dead inside all the time and nothing helps!" - character who does like, regular introspective thinking and is aware of the concept of mental health.
"Leave me the fuck alone I'll be fine once I get over my stupid shit." - repressed character.
"It's fine I'm just having an Empty Time. What? Yeah, empty times, you know, when everything is like bzzzzzz in your brain and you don't shower for two weeks. Why, what do you call it?" - ooooughhh now we're talkin
dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth
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yuppie getting a tarot reading: the Death card? does that mean i’m gonna die?
tarot reader: not necessarily, Death represents transformation. it could involve some real strife, but in fact it often indicates things turning around for the better. i mean, we’re barely two years into the new millennium, and with the economy increasingly globalizing i can reasonably predict big changes in your particular career, possibly even great fortune!
yuppie: oh hell yeah man
*the tarot reader draws another card*
tarot reader: oh. The Tower. mhm. that’s… yeah. interesting. ok.
*the tarot reader draws the next card, places it beside the previous one, and silently stares at both*
yuppie: …are there supposed to be two of those?
she/her 🏳️⚧️i am a *minor*PLEASE DO NOT ASK FOR DONATIONS, YOU ARE MAKING FRUITLESS ATTEMPTS
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