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?
she wears short skirts, i wear blue shirts, she’s cheer captain and damnit jim, i’m a doctor
sometimes i only like things bc everybody’s so bitter about them it’s like the reverse of being passive aggressive im positive aggressive