me, whispering to myself, after watching a new show: don’t reblog everything at once… space it out… show some goddamn restraint
*playing video games while slouched sloppily on couch*
*dies in a bullshit way*
*irritably sits up and pays attention for next attempt*
-wears a dress-
someone: oooo who you lookin good for? ;))
me: i was too lazy to match 2 pieces of clothing so here i am
praise this post
The best advice I have ever gotten from a magazine was in Jane (RIP): if you have to go to work hungover, wear a dress. People will think you look fancier than normal and won’t notice how wrecked you look. Plus it’s much easier to do than trying to match an outfit.
Incredible professional advice.
you know when you read a piece of writing so effortless, so graceful and unpretentious that you are both a) thrilled to the point that you have to put it down and walk in a quick circle to make it last longer but also b) PHYSICALLY INCAPACITATED with snarling jealousy and rage
when ur an Adult in Training™ and need to ask a Certified Adult™ a question BUT UR MOM ISNT ANSWERING THE PHOnE
How I thought Les Miserables the brick would start: Jean Valjean is in prison with other guys and they are at hard labor.
How it started: 60 page description on the Bishop and everything he does.
Does anyone else get really caught up on the small details in their writing? Like you can be really good at writing situations and feelings and characters, but you get to a point when you’re writing something small like what they’re making for dinner and before you know it, you’re googling recipes with tomatoes because you think the scene won’t be convincing unless you know the cooking time and temp??
And then you use like, 5% of it in your ACTUAL writing?
this. my life. Oh god.
Best visual representation of functional depression I’ve ever seen. You go to work, do the things that people expect you to do, then come home and just… blank out. Microwave is your best friend. Cleaning makes no sense. Drinking helps a little, sometimes. Every evening is the same. Nothing ever changes except the amout of trash waiting to be thrown out.
This is why I loved Fraction’s Barton. Clint’s very visible depression gave me a hook that I could suddenly relate to. I’ve been where Clint was. It sucked. But seeing Clint keep going kind of gave me hope.
is… is that what that is?
fuck, that explains everything