Fav Trope (if It Even Counts As One):

fav trope (if it even counts as one):

the nerd v. jock, brain v. flesh, beau v. smarts dynamic

in which one tries to impress the other by reading up on stated favorite literature or research on area of interest/specialty. then they try to candidly weave in what they've learned during conversation, only to accidentally misuse field lingo.

at which point the smarts character blushes, smirks, recognizing the flesh character had been declaring their interest in their own subtle way; paying attention.

"she's just so smart. i can't help but get all nervous around her. i worry i'll say something stupid and she won't think i'm cool anymore."

everything everything everything goes

everything everything everything goes

everything everything everything goes

everything everything everything goes

everything everything everything goes

everything everything everything goes

“The time will pass anyway” absolutely shifted my mind

delusional wannabe author

i have deluded myself into believing that scrolling through Pinterest, in the ambience of soft lighting, in the hours past midnight, accompanied by iced shaken espressos is equivalent to the act of writing

yet somehow, i awaken, surprised and mostly disappointed that my writing projects have not grown

your absence is palpable

there's a gaping hole where the knife used to be

you were the knife right before it was excised

you used to impale me, penetrate me, saturate me, 'til there was no hem between our flesh and blood

symbiotic, we used to be

now it is I who remains, though not for long, as i can tell i'm wasting away in this silence, in this absence

mere mortal: what kept you up all night?

author: the voices...

mere mortal: uuh...what voices?

author: the ones that start up as soon as my face collides with the pillow and force me to toss and turn until my laptop is open, my hands on the keyboard.

author: they-they... (manic, disheveled appearance) they chitter-chatter incessantly and often times say ingenious, hilarious things but it gets watered down in translation. so i mull over the same fractured sentence for two hours and nothing ever gets done, but my sanity is lost more and more each night.

mere mortal stares vacantly

author: you know the voices, don't you?

mere mortal shakes their head

author: ok, fine. what voices do you get?

mere mortal: zero voices. none. nothing. have you been clinically evaluated?

author: (chuckles) on various occasions, actually. How'd you know? Did a voice tell you so?

mere mortal: THERE ARE NO VOICES!

why does the algorithm hate me? (Not said out of self-pity but out of genuine interest).