Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Titled: Brace for It.
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
Sometimes — no — oftentimes, I get very frustrated at what I draw and what I write; essentially, the stories I create. Somewhere deep inside I just think I shouldn’t have written that piece of junk, shouldn’t have created that world, or shouldn’t have expanded that idea since it’s senseless.
But when I look back and count how many of those stories I’ve done, I feel thankful that my past self made them, for when I read it, I realize that I gave life to characters, albeit being shitty and underdeveloped. There’s this kind of happiness you gain just from that very act, that despite all the similarities nowadays, no one else could’ve written those characters and that story the way you did.
There’s just this fulfillment that gives you the urge to take better care of these creations because you made them exist from nowhere even if they stay solely in your imagination. Like you just made friends or children out of the blue and you get this desire to stay connected. And then you try to complete their stories because you want to see them grow.