Every week is Shark Week
I like to give updates about my shark to no one in particular.
"I knew he’d like this character because he doesn’t speak."
"We talked about symmetry for an hour before I realized who I was talking to."
"He asked me a question brusquely for the first time in months and we were both stunned."
I just like knowing that some parts of him are changing because I’m terrified that it’ll all fall apart.
August deserves to be its own season.
I can’t write as well as I used to. I used to be all impulse and raw nerve; now I am more interested in holding my cards to my chest.
Talent, I’m learning, is a muscle that atrophies.
(Source: coolkidsdietoo, via fuckyeah1990s)
I’m so tired/I’ve been tired