Sometimes it takes great courage to let go of what has been building up inside…
when there’s angst ahead in your story:
This is such shit. I don’t want a good time. I want my heart ripped out and punted across the room. I want to sit at my desk a sobbing mess because the fic I just read ruined every feel I could ever fucking have and excuse me as I sob for a little while under a blanket because I cant handle it any more.
Because when a fic doesn’t give me that.
It’s just meh.
You look in my eyes, I’m stripped of my pride.
And my soul surrenders, and you bring my heart to its knees
I am doing commissions so I can afford me a new drawing tablet…because the one i have is horrible..
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger