Hopelessly Romantic on Main

Lord, grant me the strength to throw away this box that i'll never use, the courage to throw away this box that i'll never use, and the wisdom to throw away this box that i'll never use

[guy who is doing something because of The Disorders voice] why am i doing this. we may never know. surely it couldn’t be The Disorders

an unfortunate side effect of growing up autistic is that everyone always mistook my bluntness for rudeness n now whenever I do any sort business communication I overcompensate for my default absence of tact by speaking like a late 19th century dandy. this appears to be something I am unable to turn off despite my many efforts

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave

Me reading a really good book: god this makes me wanna write

Me reading a really bad book: ugh this makes me wanna write

Me having coffee: i wanna write

Me going on a drive: i wanna write

Me doing the dishes: i wanna write

Me waking up: i wanna write

Me writing:

✨just fandom things✨

I know I made this but I still feel called out

Non-writer: Why do you start so many projects in the middle of wips? Why not just write stories one at a time

Me:

Me from trying to keep the conversation from dying

me, writing, throwing commas around like i’ve just won the lottery and i’m exulting in my winnings, needlessly, passionately, with no thought to the consequences,