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What is wonderful about my life? Almost every single aspect of it, minus the crippling self-doubt and over active imagination BUT that comes with the territory of being FUCKING AMAZING amirite?
Yours truly does not write on tumblr much anymore because there is nothing rattling inside of his head threatening to make him explode. If there was you’d see rants, arguements, frustration and all manner of things that make….yours truly an unliked fellow of the arts.
Yours truly recently acquired a boyfriend who, to his simultaneous dismay and delight, has become better friends with yours truly’s friends in one or two days than yours truly has in 4 years.
He is the bee’s knees of course, and is keeping all manner of dark and twisty things locked inside a small nook in my noggin until such time a breakdown is imminent.
Therefore, I have deduced that to be creative one must be: depressed, fucked up, alone, sad, angry or any other passionate emotion. Creativity a feeding virus that bites, chews and fucking swallows your being up and shits out epic creativity.
THEREFORE! Fuck i love that word, THEREFORE THEREFORETHEREFORE i will be dull and mundane and slightly neurotic and crazy to the delight of my boyfriend and others so that when the time comes to type out a run-on sentence about something useless when I am alone and crying it will be there with pent up fury of the gods!
…hopefully this won’t be soon because the boyfriend fucking kicks ass
majorly, and you all agree, right?
