I have gotten into baseball recently, and whenever I have trouble writing, I think about the pace of baseball. It’s slow. You strike out a lot, even if you’re great. It’s mostly individual, but when you have to work together, it must be perfect. My desktop picture is of the Red Sox during the World Series. They aren’t winning; they’re just grinding out another play. This, for me, is very helpful to have in my mind while writing.
when gotham is ashes, you have my permission to dine
has anyone ever stopped to think about what ridiculous animals goats are
WHAT THE FUCK
HOW DID YOU EVEN GET UP THERE
ARE THESE ANIMALS EVEN REAL
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SOMEONE FUCKING EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME
So why did you follow me
Into this den?
When all the bluest stars
Paint your name
In a sky of black
You must go back.
And did you know that I never feared monsters under the bed, because being separated from you was terrifying enough?
Meggie Royer, Part apology note, part love letter, part goodbye
where is the vodka
We’ll fuck me
HERE. NOW STOP ASKING AND LISTEN
YED LOOK EVERYONE ITS NIGHTVALE ON TUMBLR!!
LISTEN TO IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREDY!
reblogging this for when I finally give this a try
For anyone who hasn’t taken a moment to listen to Night Vale.