I Was Enamoured By "tropes" In Storytelling When I Was 13 But I Got Over It By My Late Teens Because

I was enamoured by "tropes" in storytelling when I was 13 but I got over it by my late teens because I'm able to analyse narratives as their own entity and through more complex lenses as ppposed to pointing at something and blurting out "enemies to lovers" and patting myself on the back for it because I recognised an incredibly basic character dynamic and refused to think further about what function the character dynamic serves the narrative. And yes my nuts are huge I'm smarter than you and if you took this personally it's your problem :)

"This choice was thematically appropriate but it makes me sad," a memoir

types of love I feel for you:

peachy love - a comfy love, as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. being with you is like listening to music - I forget my worries and sunlight is brighter. sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these carry a hint of soft nostalgia, even while they are happening.

starlight love - I’m enchanted by the pretty colors in your eyes - when the sunlight hits them, they remind me of precious stones. I imagine talking to you until 3 am on a rooftop, the stars bright above, frozen in time. when I look at you, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. thinking about you makes my heart blush. I can’t help but gaze at you, wondering how anyone could be so perfect.

rosy love - seeing you gives me butterflies. you make me feel calm and flustered at the same time, a feeling I’ve never felt before. sometimes, I imagine a soft love song that plays in the background when I’m with you, like we’re in a movie. all I want to do is cuddle with you, lie next to you, go to cute ice cream parlors and hold your hand. I’m either with you or waiting to see you again, and you make me happier than anything else in the world.

lunar love - you know my secrets, I know yours. like the moon, you understand my mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and I can tell from a glance if you’re only pretending to be happy, or if something is troubling you. at night when you can’t sleep, I’m here. when I’m sad, you know the perfect things to say. It’s like we were both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates. I know that as long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.

you're in his dms i'm haunting his conscience

Pain pain pain.

I thought I had adjusted to drawing Alicon but look at meeeee. Suddenly I can't draw his hair after going through all that trouble to have a method to drawing it for weeks

what they don’t tell you about being an artist is that sometimes you will sit down and suddenly know how to draw something that youve never gotten right before

“Why are you like this?”

“Do you want the short version, the long version, or the fun version?”