I Want To Write, I Have Ideas, I Can't Write. If I Had Someone With Me To Bounce Ideas Maybe. Or Hire

I want to write, i have ideas, i can't write. If I had someone with me to bounce ideas maybe. Or hire a scribe to write down every thing I say like in medieval times

Dude, I'm dead inside most of the time, and the dead have no need for objects.

Emotions are gone into the Astral pain, I now just simply exist

I feel this so much. I just want to be happy, sad, loved, go on adventures, leave my house. Be with the people I'm reading about and be as brave and magical.

what huuuuurts the most

sometimes, the hardest part about life is reading a fic you can't see yourself in. Like these beautiful writers have created such a wonderful piece of brain work that you are upset that you can't exist as that person they describe. You want to just think about your smile in a sunshine reader insert or how you're the guts in a brave reader insert but it doesn't fit you.

and that's okay. because you can keep reading and be whoever you fucking want to be. you can scroll to find yourself as who you wish you were and who you feel you are today, tomorrow, forever. People are ever changing and so are you.

Soooooooooooooooòo we're kinda better now, maybe, or not. But I have books and escapism so lol

Emotions are gone into the Astral pain, I now just simply exist

Can you block certain ads on Spotify, because if i hear another "Bachelor" ad I'm going to burn someone's house down

I may hate myself, but my dogs love me. And that's good enough for now.