he’s licking his lips…
he’s checking it twice…
Five minutes left, on his microwave rice
Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer
bold of you to assume i’m a writer who writes at all

anxiety brain: IM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND UNCARED FOR
the other side of my brain which is wearing a hawaiian shirt: [cracks another sparkling water] yeah probably

king:
king:
king:
king:
THERE WAS THIS ONE COSTUME AT THE STORE I FUCKING WANTED BUT IT WAS ONLY IN CHILDREN SIZES D:
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i wish they fucking named it close encounters