Me: (reading my own WIP fic) man this is great. someone should finish this
It’s fucking fanfiction.
Write whatever the hell you want.
when u have period cramps but u haven’t actually started yet like ur uterus is legit just humming the fucken Jaws theme song
Some Asshole: You can’t be! Truly yourself! If you’re on medication! It’s changing the Real You™!
Me: if the real me is going to lie on the floor for 3 weeks and try to drown herself in the river I don’t want to know her, Barbara
Just because your inner child is dead, doesn’t mean you should try to kill the child in other people. If someone wants to enjoy Pokemon, or Finding Dory, or Star Wars – just let them. There is enough in this world to take joy from us without it being taken because of some pseudo maturity complex.
me writing fic: carefully thought out prose, how do i feel about this exact phrasing, i will think about this word i have used for fifteen minutes to make sure it really gets across the exact soul-shredding heart of this point i’m making
me replying to comments: a five year old who has just learned how to say thank you
every fourth of july in america: was that fireworks or was that one of the 315 mass shootings every year from lack of gun regulations
so Charlotte Bronte read Emma by Jane Austen and was really interested in this minor character named Jane Fairfax who was poor and would have been a governess had she not married well and then Bronte wrote her own novel exploring the plight of the poor governess who married this guy named Edward Fairfax Rochester in a novel called Jane Eyre and my point is don’t let anyone tell you shit about fanfiction