The “perfect” Time To Write Doesn’t Exist. Unless It’s 3am, You’re Sleep-deprived, And You’ve

parallels parallels

i fucking hate google docs man. junge was laberst du?

born to yawp forced to yap

destined to carpe diem fated to yolo

intended to dead poets honor doomed to on my soul

“you look tired are you okay?”

no i’m not i spent all night writing about depressed gay people thanks for asking tho

i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something

Hi everyone.

This is a PSA for everyone who reads my works on Ao3: they have been locked down and are now available to registered Ao3 users only.

Ao3 has been scraped again.

My writing is mine. It might be self-indulgent slop, but it is MINE. And if some scraper thinks they can simply just take my self-indulgent slop from me without a fight, they've got another thing coming.

Fuck scrapers. Fuck ChatGPT. Fuck AI. Fuck them all, and fuck them for making it so that I don't feel safe keeping my works open for guest readers to enjoy.

cameron is like the peter pettigrew of dead poets society, and charlie is the sirius. idk how to explain it

ich weiß ja nicht was ihr "for the plot" tut aber alles was ich tue ist für den Lebenslauf

H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭