SO THE ONLY REAL PROBLEM WIH OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEND ITTTTT

im so sorry for not updating my fic in like two weeks😭😭 im doing my best to get the new chapter out by tmrw fs, and it's gonna be extra long for the wait!!

if you're new here, and want to read my fic - the link to my ao3 is on my introduction post. it's a maze runner fic - the classic, girl in the glade. id loveee it if you read it, and id love it more if you'd leave a comment!!

what she said. i can't believe they even really went through with it. this is so stupid.

its up!!! i hope yall like it, and leave a comment!

<3

reading books is so fun omg. even though it's the author that's wrote the words and the author directing how the story plays out, it's my mind that comes up with how the characters look and how the setting looks and how the characters talk and everything. no matter how well they describe it, my mind can make "beautiful brown curly hair that flows past her shoulders" look like a million different things. and so can yours. how fucking fun. even if we read the same exact book, it's gonna look different for everyone.

and people still say that reading is boring.

one of my pet peeves is when im telling a friend about a grade i got that im annoyed at, and they say like "oh that's so good, whyre you mad?" or "you should not be complaining about that😭" or smth. like ho, just cuz you get bad grades and are satisfied with the bare minimum doesn't mean i am😭😭.

got a 83 on a science test a bit ago, and i was telling my friend and she was like, "that's so good, i wish i would get grades like that in science. don't complain, that's a good grade." i was annoyed by the grade because that was the first b i had gotten in science, all year. like, yes im gonna complain😭

wtvr.

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

y'know what i want?

a girlfriend :D

man have y'all ever FELT yourself become more confident? like literally FELT it? bc OHHH what an amazing feeling. the other day i wore a tank top and jeans and realized that im wearing a fucking tank top. in public. and i hadnt ONCE thought smth negative. and i js felt so fucking amazing and happy and it was so exhilarating and then another day i wore a cutesy little peplum top and ONCE AGAIN i felt AWESOME and i was js so happy. bc knowing that if you were to show me from not even a year or two ago but me from the beginning of this year a photo of me wearing the tank or the peplum top in public and id freak tf out and i did that shit IN PUBLIC WITHOUT GIVING AF???? OHH THAT FELT GREATT

a work of art.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU