Headphones Aren't Enough. I Need The Song To Stab Me In The Chest

headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

Writing high fantasy is harder for me than it used to be because I'll write "The door swung open" and I'll imagine some tumblr user with three different grad degrees in medieval history dunking on me with a 2,000-word post about how door hinges weren't invented until 1956 and before that they'd just smash them open with axes and rebuild them each time.

haters really will put a blanket over my cage to try and trick me into thinking its beddy-bye time

a story in two images

you think you’re sisyphus but you’re actually the fuckass boulder