me: you know what, fuck it, i’m just going to fic some really shameful, fucked-up pornography. i’m just gonna go for it. just, some really vile shit. fuck it! who cares.
me, 3k later: i assume they’re going to fuck eventually but at this point it’s anyone’s guess
okay but what the fuck is it like to not be constantly anxious??? to have moments of calm??? seems fake and unrealistic to me
Inspiration: hey here’s a really cool new fic idea
Me: hey thanks but I already have a lot shouldn’t I finish those first?
Inspiration: no
Inspiration: no finish
Inspiration: only start