Snot, tears and sweat on a Sunday morning

“’cause Sundays are my suicide days. ” –Twenty one pilots. I’ve started dreading Sundays. They’re my worst day of the week. I don’t know exactly which part I hate the most: the pretense from 9 (sometimes 8) to 12 or the feeling of uselessness afterwards. This Sunday, however, I planned on writing. I’m working on … Read moreSnot, tears and sweat on a Sunday morning

The first draft of anything is a naked god

To everyone, myself included, looking at that piece of work and cringing till your neck hurts. Those ideas you just wrote is one big, strong, naked god and emits godly light. It’s beautiful, it’s raw, it’s holy-shit-I-saw-Aphrodite’s-nudes and it’s not fit to be seen by humans. In order to put it out there (hello, God … Read moreThe first draft of anything is a naked god