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Reblog this and tag yourself with a Stephen King trope I’m the uninspired alcoholic writer

I’m the state of Maine 

I’m classic rock

I’m the strangely murderous school bullies who carry switchblades in their pockets.

I’m the murderous ghost truck.

I’m the old timer sitting in the bar, drinking shitty beer and warning city folk about the Lot.

Im the kid in your old gang who died tragically in adulthood but shows up for all your childhood flashbacks.

I’m the homosocial bond between two men who have been thru great strife

i’m the animated inanimate object

I’m the inexplicably terrifying mundane object. 

I’m the awkward, regrettably explicit sex scene.

I’m the sexually deviant villain

I’m the extremely appropriate weather.

I am the corn.

I’m the disabled kid with magic powers

I’m the one black person in the whole town.

(I’m the overuse of parentheses.)

I’m so coked up I don’t remember writing Cujo

I’m the van.

I’m the Cozy Voice for Catastrophes.

I’m the Hand of God

I’m the doomed dog.

i’m super pissed like

why the fuck do i always get inspired to do shit like draw or work out or just DO SHIT at like “I need to go to bed right now” o’clock? This is some kinda bull shit man

so apparently some random dude in this complex who I’ve never met before can ask me where I live and then immediately jump to “so why no boyfriend?” because “he’s buzzed” and he “just wants to start a conversation”

but me saying “does it matter?” very politely and “well that was a little out of the blue” (also very politely) was super offensive to him and I’m just…???

anyone have any tips on how to calm the fuck down cause like

i lost my wallet which has my ssn, all my cards and some other shit and like

i went from 0 to 100 real fuckin fast and i always do this and idk how to stop like

sometimes i can calm myself down but when it comes to losing something i just like lose my shit as well

Hey! Thank you so much, this is super sweet ♡ I’m a lot better now, still mildly shaky, still prone to bouts of snot and sniffles but I’m better.
I have two very excellent and supportive friends who talked me through the bulk of today’s* fear and anxiety, but I very much appreciate you.
Thankfully my dad was willing to talk to me and listen to what I said. He’s..definitely come a long way from the father I remember as a kid and I just.. Part of me is waiting for the other shoe but he said he still loves me** so.
Me and eggshells are going to be good buddies for a while.

Welp. Pretty sure my parents hate me now. Not only did our ‘discussion’ about politics go from mild Bernie slamming to full-on screaming at me about illegals, but now they know I’m bi.

Huzzah.

reasons not to get drunk: i just stepped on my child 3 different times and now he wants me to fuck off into the ether

well ok he’s still cautiously sitting by my feet but

i cant hold him

or pet him

being drunk is not worth this lack of kitty pats