This one goes out to all the writers in my life. Don’t lie. You know this is true. ♥
Posts tagged Seriously.
“Hey, Alan. I’m studying Freud in my religion class—did you know Freud did religion?”
“Yup.”
“Why the hell didn’t you warn me?”
“Because I was hoping to spare you?”
“They shouldn’t have let him touch it, I swear. This shit’s off the charts.”
“Freud touched a lot of things he shouldn’t have.”
“Ha. Funny man. Just…tell me everything in the world doesn’t come back to cock.”
“…”
“Nevermind. I forgot who I was talking to.”
…and I see all these awesome people liking and reblogging and what-have-you. And the same thought occurs to me nine times out of ten:
What on earth does your name mean/come from?
If it has a story, I’d love to hear it. Mine’s pretty obvious.
How about you? What does your name mean?
- Tags
- writing
- shut up
- I wasn't playing cards
- I was staring at the cursor waiting for it to tell me what to do.
- There's a difference.
- Seriously.
- Sort of.
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- perfect-tea
Writing Batboys with Supers and Speedsters and baking peanut butter cookies. I mean, how else is there to spend it? ;)
The boyfriend is adequately amused. And claiming he’s done nothing but gain weight since we really started dating.
Notice it’s the baking he ‘complains’ about and not the hours I spend writing porn.
Uh huh. Like I force him to eat my cooking…right…
