always so crazy to me when i read a fic by someone who has captured the most incredibly perfect tone & characterization & prose of the original media & then when i look at their account they’ve never written for it again….it’s so truly devastating. you understood them so well…
the thing is, to make art, to fall in love, to do anything really worth doing, you have to risk embarrassment, humiliation, heartbreak. to do anything you have to risk being. and that's being in front of—or more scary, with—others.
Ai quer saber? Cansei, se querem ser burras e dar 5 mil reais num ingresso de 500 que sejam, comprem mesmo na buyticket, esgotem tudo. Menos concorrência pra mim qnd voltar ingresso na ticketmaster.
it’s kinda funny being audhd because my last attempt to feel anything at all was literally doing cocaine and that shit did nothing to me except make me want a milkshake
“estou exausta, não sei quando tudo começou a dar errado, mas estou exausta, todo relacionamento parece trabalho, todos os segundos que passo acordada parece trabalho, nunca acontece nada”
a mijeong não é apenas só um personagem, ela é um sentimento
My red flag is that if you don't talk to me, I won't talk to you either. But not because I don't want to talk to you, but because I think if you don't want to talk to me, I should give you space so I don't bother you
The secret to being a private person is to overshare dumb shit so that people think you’re an open book but then not tell them any of the important details of your life