somewhere tormenting me in the back of my head is the tiny voice of truman capote dismissing "On the Road": "That's not writing, that's just typing."

i keep drinking coffee and sitting down to write and then going off on an incredibly boring tangent that I later erase, or getting obsessed with precisely formulating an idea I later decide I don't even believe. It's incredibly frustrating but I never stop trying lol

sad that my effective sister in law who also has good taste is rubbing this in

idk i i can explain it further, i would say compare honey don't or the substance to something like bottoms or shiva baby and u will see what i mean

that sucks i'm sorry

oh okay i thought you meant domestically

why can't you fly?

aimee terese (as is her job) was way ahead of the curve with this

yes & it's hsts to have a boyfriend

it would have changed so much