“The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it’s about and why you’re doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and surprising… and it’s magic and wonderful and strange.”—Neil Gaiman (via aquestionofcharacter)
And then you’ll still have free time and sleep while they will not have any of these things. For years! *feels moderately bad for being negative about spawning*
Yeah, those are definitely things that I’m feeling at the moment. It’s kind of a weird conflict because part of me feels like I do want to spawn at some point but then another part of me really doesn’t like children or know what to do with them, so I’m just going to put that shit off for as long as humanly possible.
so many people i know are having babies and i’m just sitting here knitting
Thankfully I only know a couple of people who have had babies so far, but I just know that there are more on the horizon. All of the goddamn wedding pictures I see on Facebook right now are going to be replaced with baby pictures soon.
the amount of feels i get from this is too much BECAUSE PEOPLE WHY?! but also you cant really say anything??!?! and then all the wedding planning shit clogs everything and you want to throttle someone and just ugh. i get you bby.
Yep, you feel me. And I mean I am happy for them because I’m a big sap and I like people to be happy, but I mean, REALLY? You guys have been dating for…a year? Even two years? I guess I’m just too practical for this whirlwind romance stuff because wowowowow that just doesn’t feel like enough time to actually be ready for marriage to me. I might be biased here because I’m coming up on my seven year anniversary with my boyfriend but…
And this means SO. MANY. WEDDINGS. They’re fun and all but holy CRAP do they get expensive after a while. SLOW DOWN PEOPLE YOU DON’T ALL HAVE TO GET MARRIED AT ONCE
I think there comes a time in everyone’s mid-twenties when literally everyone you know is getting engaged and when you hear about someone else getting ready to marry someone they’ve dated for a year the only expression you can muster is your best Jim face as you whisper why
My debit card info was stolen this morning, and as if the frustration of having to cancel it and dispute the charges wasn’t bad enough insult was added to injury by the fact that it was stolen by someone in Canada
The lovely Jess sent me an excerpt of Filthy/Gorgeous from that fic commentary meme last week (even though she has more inside knowledge of my ridiculous thought processes for that fic than anyone), so if you’re interested in some writer’s commentary check out below the cut!
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”—Rainer Rilke (via biscodeja-vu, vortex-surfer)