i’ll hike out into a cornfield and borrow one it okay i gotchu
what’s a cornfield
i will destroy wattpad mentally i’m working up a rage
i feel u gurl let me join u with some additional brass knuckles n a pitchfork
geez i’mma need more hand to punch ppl with that’s so low
I KNOW I FEEL U
r ppl doing that is that a thing [polishes brass knuckles]
omg the brass knuckles of death but it’s ok i only found a couple so far but i figure i’d just ~send the word out~
ayy yo if you see any copies of my fics floatin around pls tell me so i can do something abt it thank u uwu
I’ve finally made it I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life
two words: hitch au
my life involves planning many fics and not writing a single one of them
There is a me in every universe, and there is a you. In some universes, we never meet. You don’t know me. We pass each other in a busy intersection, the light flicks from yellow to red in half a second and you’re on the wrong side. Our lines never cross, just run parallel forever next to each other. This universe isn’t a car crash, it’s an assembly line. It’s torture.
In other universes, we meet. We’re a car crash. This is a different kind of torture.
But in other, infinite universes, we meet and it’s perfect. Your hands trace constellations onto the canvas of my skin, and you name them in the only kind of language we’ll never forget. There are sunsets and sunrises and afternoons after work when I’m tired and my feet ache but you burn dinner and try to fix it with a glass of cheap wine and a grin. These are the universes that I brave the others for because I know that there is a me and there is a you in every universe. I will find you. Every me loves every you.
I WILL FIND YOU. EVERY ME LOVES EVERY YOU.