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Juno Is Such A Simp.
Juno is such a simp.
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Is Juno steel really gonna smooch his way out of every bad situation he finds himself in?
Stories are not created, they are found. When the pen meets the paper there is no thought and craft, but rather rememberance. How often do you wake up and remember nothing of your dreams? Other realities leak into our world and into our minds in those moments where our consciousness is most vulnerable, and take the form of dreams.
Our minds are unable to contain all these intrusions, we do not remember our dreams, and when we do remember them they are fragmented. Parts are forgotten and when you look back on them they seem complete nonsense. That is the mind's way of repairing the rift between worlds, to not invite memories that are not our own, and to keep our sanity intact. It removes the pieces that would break you and ties everything together into nonsense. There is one problem however, the mind cannot dispose of those discarded pieces of other worlds. It can only hide them deep within the psyche where you cannot reach.
This is where the pen of the author comes into play. The pen allows one, through their subconscious, to piece together these fractured remnants of those rifts onto the paper where those powerful visions are compressed into a manageable format that the brain can comprehend. All stories are real, and they can be reached. Take your pen and look into those forgotten dreams of other worlds, find those stories, and weave them back together.
Give me strength because I have to deal with a bunch of children tomorrow and while I enjoy children, they are a handful at times, and also there was bunch of stuff I was supposed to do before tomorrow and kinda procrastinated a bit so uhhhhhhh.
They might be giants by they might be giants has been rattling inside my head all day and to be honest I don’t think I’m even mad. The silly noises make my brain happy.

Just listened to the new episode. I want some of what he’s having (actually get it the fuck away from me that was terrifying)