Life Goal: Have my writing become part of a lit class curriculum. Sit in on said class. Shoot down any and all ridiculous attempts at jamming symbolism and allegory in where none exists, then stroll out like a boss ass bitch.
Sometimes the curtains are just fucking blue.
See, I would struggle to not claim that it was all intentional and thus seem super smart and stuff.
I’m not 100% convinced that authors don’t do this already.
okay for some reason tumblr isn’t letting me upload album art but here’s the full WHO’S BEEN DRAWING DICKS song because i love you
I’m flattered, seriousy.
when i was in kindergarten i had this babysitter who cooked the best steak i’d ever had and i’d always ask what it was and she said “people” every time and i’d laugh and ask what it really was and she’d just reply “people” and i found out in first grade that she got arrested and was sentenced to 50 years-life in prison
and that’s the story about how my babysitter was basically hannibal lecter and i was will graham for a whole year
So in case anyone comes across a picture of Mark Sheppard’s car that shows his license plate, please don’t reblog. He was very upset that his privacy was violated in this manner and as SPN fans we should respect that.
Remember when Never Have I Ever games used to be like “never have I ever had sex *giggle*”
Now it’s like “never have I ever had a six person orgy in a broom closet” and people are all like “crap, I’m out.”
But why the last one though
what am I not getting
I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years
Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)
After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.
One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description)
She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.
Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.
Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..
And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.