Good night Empress.
You can’t hide anything from an archer, Leo. They’ve got the eyes of a hawk. They see everything. The stuff on the front, and the stuff way deep down inside.
"It’s important to have someone to talk to. Otherwise your own darkness erodes you slowly."
"Anything you FEEL and worry about, any emotion that comes to you, is valid. You don’t need to justify yourself to yourself, you don’t need to justify yourself to anyone."
"You’re already correct."
"Focus on the Right Now. Seconds and minutes away. Hours don’t really matter, because if you focus on Right Now, by the time you get to Hours away, you’ll already be halfway done with what you were worried about."
You can decorate absence however you want- but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing.
Each writer is born with a repertory company in his head. Shakespeare has perhaps 20 players. I have 10 or so, and that’s a lot. As you get older, you become more skillful at casting them.
a japanese teenager sits his parents down
"mom dad, im gay"
"but son how do you know? are you in love?"
the son shakes his head as a tear rolls down his face. he lifts his hands from his lap. they are bigger than his face. his mother begins to weep
he has yaoi hands.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
how do boys actually dry their ducks after they shower like
do you just grab it in the towel and roll it between your hands like a dough snake
or do you swing it around to air dry
I need to know
I feel like this was all one big misunderstanding but idk that’s a cute duck