

I cannot stress this enough, write it poorly. Write the shittiest draft you possibly can, stick ‘ah fuck something happens here and now they’re fighting’ to get over
Write the worst fucking version you possibly can and stick it in a folder and forget it for a month or two before you look at it again. You know what you have now?
A first draft. And with enough time to think some new thoughts about it, you’ll soon end up with a better, second draft! And eventually, you’ll end up with something you’d be perfectly okay with letting other people read!
You’ll never believe this process works no matter how many times you do it, but it totally does. You just have to drag your brain kicking and screaming to that blank page and get the bones down first.
Write the shit out of that shit.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
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Historical reproductions should be more widely available. I want an ancient Roman shrimp ring more than anything.
I DON’T want the real thing. I want an affordable reproduction I can wear places and make people ask “what’s up with the shrimp ring?” and I get to explain that nobody really knows. It was just a fun fad 1900 years ago.
Ancient Roman seafood crime boss making you kiss his shrimp ring to swear loyalty
“Squillae cimexorum est”, he says.
“Squillae cimexorum est”, you mumble reverently.
I’m starting to get smile lines.
How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face
How metal to have lived a life where your face now pre-warns people not to fuck with you
How resilient to have cared so strongly that empathy is now visibly displayed on your face
(via heywriters)
“this is my box! it was made for me!” - japan’s master of horro junji ito
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