it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
if i ever got sentenced to house arrest i’d just laugh at the judge
Writing is weird.
One minute you are telling a story.
The next minute you are researching the average amount of snowfall Edinburgh gets.
or how to kill someone with a piece of barbed wire and a tomato
Or how much force it takes to dent a human skull with a can of Pepsi.
what the hell are you guys writing?
Wouldn’t it be so much easier if there wasn’t a need to hide mental health issues? When I call in sick, I would love to just say, “I’m sorry, but I’m fucking overwhelmed. I’m not lazy or useless, but I tend to get suicidal easily and being at work makes me want to cut myself.”
Wouldn’t that be lovely?
Having someone mess about with your feelings is well fun