More and more often these days, in what is surely a sign that everything is just absolutely fine, I find myself recalling the wise words of the prophets written on the subway walls:

Bro a fucking line????? At fucking WALMART!?

This COVID19 shit need to be over by June or I'm going to have to intervene.

What are you gonna do?

I don’t want to hear any writing advice from Stephen king not because I think there would be no value in it but because whatever works for Stephen king is between him and god and that demon he made a pact with that lets him write 3000 words in one sitting daily.

Theyre putting him down :(

you have to admit it: most if not all animals are very brave. they do a lot of things and dont always know whats going to happen. they have beautiful eternal souls because of this

IDGAF if the women in my fiction are empowering or aspirational, I'm an adult, I don't need role models, I want the women in my fiction to be interesting, and if that involves being pathetic, hypocritical, amoral, or trapped in a delightfully dysfunctional relationship so be it

#'this is so illegal/toxic/unhealthy'#yeah bestie thats why im reading about it instead of doing it

i am so easily impressed by trees

"Do it scared" is out. "Do it in a fugue so dense as to barely be penetrable by uncertainty" is in.

I think I’d be really happy if I hand antlers

Scream this is iconic….

not buying the product isn't enough I need the company to know their advertising made me want to kill them with a golf club.

Not my pig not my farm not my circus not my monkeys not my horse not my stable not my ants not my hill not my geese not my pond not my toad not my stool not my bird not my nest not my log not my bugs not my sink not my dishes. Where am i