Sometimes I get scared that what I want to write will be too much catering to my own interests so no one will be able to relate to it.
Then I imagine the worst that could happen. Nobody else likes it, but I will have a great long story that I can read anytime I want in my life, and I’ll know I’m going to like it.
I
used to think the idea of aliens having human zoos was horrifying but
honestly if a bunch of aliens want to watch me sit and watch Netflix all
day in a cozy little environment where I don’t have to pay for rent or
food and they have human-specialist doctors on hand as needed, IDK,
like. I’d be all right with it.
i was talking with my brothers yesterday and we decided the best way to own a guy who takes off his shirt to fight you is to pick his shirt up and put it on