I tug at the pockets sticking out of my too-short cutoffs. My band has adopted a new uniform for the summer: tight t-shirts and jeans with the legs sliced off just a few inches below the crotch. We look like assholes.
We are assholes.
written by The New Year by Alex Vallejo (via therumpus)
do you ever think about who you’d be shipped with if your life was a tv show
i do now
someone picked up on the fact that my voice is always the same in my stories
"I thought it was like the narrator in your last story. I was expecting it to be a guy, and I was disappointed this wasn’t"
I AM NOT SORRY FOR MAKING MY NARRATOR FEMALE, NOPE.
APPARENTLY MY PROSE IS TOO MUCH LIKE POETRY FOR PEOPLE’S LIKING.
DOES THIS SURPRISE ANYONE, PROBABLY NOT.
pretending to write fiction is a v dangerous road to go down
you will blush in your workshop because your professor thinks your character is “screwed up” but in a “youthful” way
and she’s hyperaware of herself and sarcastic and so so introspective and sad and it’s always always you
also if any of y’all wanna follow me on twitter, hollah
Hey did I ever tell you that two boys of mine have picked two SEPARATE GIRLS NAMED ELIZABETH OVER ME.
Because wow that’s like a Thing in my life