What I say: I want to write
What I mean: I want the words to spontaneously flow out of my head and onto paper without any effort on my part
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contrary to social media developers’ beliefs i have literally never once wanted to see posts in anything other than chronological order
who needs broadway when every trip in my car is a one-woman production of hamilton starring me as everyone
non native english speaker culture is constantly switching between british and american spelling and writing words however you prefer without caring about consistency and you dont really always know which is which anyway
love is real and worth it and SO important to me it’s pretty much my entire political spiritual philosophical deal………you can be critical of how romantic love is commodified and dominated by heteronormative myths for sure but ppl out there like “love is fake” aren’t doing ANYTHING interesting or subversive……love is revolutionary bc the systems that oppress us are directly opposed to all kinds of love, interpersonal love and self love etc. they’re trying to drive it out of us. love as an action love as a choice love as something u cultivate and tend to is the best thing in the world and it’s at the absolute centre of my life
Character: so what’s our next move?
Me, the writer, six coffees deep into an existential crisis: I don’t know, what is your next fucking move?
being slavic is believing that strong liquor will cure every single illness
tbh drinking one shot of vodka is able to cure me of a cold, indigestion and headache… so…
family dinners more like
woman: i miss you like the deserts miss the rain
man: oh that’s so sweet, i–
woman: i’ve adapted to existence without you, buried everything we made together, and prolonged exposure to you would be disastrous.
Ernest Hemingway: Write drunk, edit sober.
Me, a dumbass: Write while sleep deprived and heavily caffeinated at two am, no editing we die like men.
starry-eyed 