You Wanna Know Whats Weird?

you wanna know what’s weird?

nothing. because literally everything and everyone is weird and normalcy is a standard that doesn’t exist but some try to attain anyway because they feel the need to be viewed pleasantly by society. society doesn’t wanna recognize that there is no such thing as normal because everyone wants to present well and being weird is not seen as presenting well. which i clearly think is stupid.

we are all just in different stages of weird so please love yourself no matter what stage you’re in <3

A: i am now part of the walls, i have succumbed to the eager greed of carpentry, and am now lost forever. B: you locked yourself in the pantry for five minutes.

Do any other writers out there not know where to start when they have created full lives for their characters? I make a starting place, write a little, figure out my characters, and then second-guess where I’m supposed to start. Like do I want to give flashbacks for the needed information or do I start nearer to childhood. Do I start right before the one scene I’ve been dreaming about writing, or do I lead up to it? Do I start where they meet as kids, and then skip to where they’re older? Do I make a prologue. As an indecisive person writing is hard because of all the choices I have to make. (Who to traumatize, who to baby, ect.,).

it’s like I’m making a complicated movie for my characters. and I have to choose a good opening shot but the problem is that there are too many options.

reblog if you write fanfic and you would die of happiness and then become instant best friends with anyone who crashed into your DMs to talk about your fics

one of my friends got in a wreck (not caused by her dw) and she’s okay but she took a BeReal of it and that’s the funniest thing to me. Call it girlhood, being Gen Z, whatever it is it’s great.

It was truly time to ‘be real’ and her car was quite literally smushed.

if i could go back in time i’d go back to a couple specific people, look em dead in the eyes and go “i lived bitch. and i loved.” *middle finger as i slowly disintegrate back into my own time*