Drunken nonsense 🍻
Drunken nonsense 🍻
Sooooooooo I’m drunk….. anyone wanna talk pleaaseeeeeee
This is a love letter to The Witcher (2019) because for the first time in literally three and a half years, I actually remember why I love writing. I actually feel happy putting words to the page, and I’m comfortable pushing out pages of bullshit garbage because I know it’s a necessary precursor to writing something I’ll be satisfied with. I’m writing almost every day, even if it’s just a sentence, a concept, a half-conceived metaphor. I’m diversifying my vocabulary and my lexicon and my ability to comprehend intangibles. And it’s just. Nice.
Why is it that pizza someone else buys for you taste better than pizza you buy for yourself?
Me: throws you a weighted blanket
You: dies on impact
I’ drunk and want 2 things
1) f/os to intneract
2) warrm fresh bread and butter
iss it bad I want 2 more than 1 rn??
just want to be taken Advantage of
What if I actually confessed to Dewey while I was drunk… hahaha jk jk jk…..
Anyway I just spent an hour talking to wine boy about his love life and career and how he still has worth even if he hasn’t achieved conventional success and I’m feeling real tender about it but simultaneously real depressed that we only ever have real conversations when he’s drunk so
Instead of coping like a real healthy human being, I’m now thinking about how to translate this into tender Witcher fic lmao, so uhhh hit me up if you’ve got ideas
Why can’t I feel anything?
relapse is inevitable
Woot woot I just reached 100 followers~!!!! Ahhhh y’all are all so sweet and cute and I adore y’all 💜💜💜💜💜😚
me, getting into my dad’s car, clearly drunk: hi dad
my dad: hello boozy
me: what…what no I haven’t been drinking
my dad: uh okay sure
my dad: you totally were drinking I know it
me: I plead the firth
I’m drunk and I either want to write poetry, play with Bella, or play my cooking game. idk what to choose