Bert And Ernie’s Messages To Each Other From Their Book The Importance Of Being Ernie (and Bert) (2019)

all i want to do is write that one fic that takes people’s breath away and kinda lingers in the back of their minds. i want to write something that makes people want to make art and play with my versions of characters or in the universe i created. i want to be able to create worlds that feel real enough to walk into and write lines that stick with people until they forget where exactly they heard it because it lives in their bones now.

“Old gods are terrible to look at when they weep, all bloated like spoiled fish. One wonders if they ever understand that they have caused their own grief. When the seventh day came, the flood subsided from its slaughter like hair drawn slowly back from a tormented face.”

— from, The Epic of Gilgamesh

where is my wife to hold me after my shitty gacha pulls

whenever there is weakness of the flesh it’s like um okay so replace it with the purity of the machine then?

only time ive ever felt loved was when i was eating a red berry parfait and walking to the library but a girl ran smack into me getting us both covered in berries then she grabbed my hand and said "ill never be sorry enough, but you look so beautiful" and she ran away and i just have to live w this empty hole where my heart lay

his big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated me

Me sexting: what would you do if you found me with my hands tied ;) My feminist bf: I Would Free You

Ducks swimming through a path in an icy river 

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