the internet seems like a distant dream
the internet seems like a distant dream
whatever we are on rn is not the internet. It’s ads

260315 - jimin on weverse: armys, the album will be released in a few days! I’m so nervous that I don’t know what to do with myself. I hope you listen to it happily, and we’ll finish it off well and show you a great side!! please look forward to it! I love you 😊
I don’t know what those ‘90s sci Fi TV writers were putting in their shows but I wish they’d start doing it again

(via @lalibertalia)
when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk





I’m on chapter five out of six or seven of my current wip. I told myself I won’t talk about it with anyone and give no spoilers (except one person, but I need them to know for me to stay sane, and they’re a Good Egg Repository for my ideas and unhinged fandom bubberings), but on days like today, I regret my decision because I need to *let something out*.
And by something I mean nothing as I’ve been trying to exercise my weakened strong will, but know that this fic is a self-indulgent composition of things that were supposed to carry me through the last of 2025. I started it on Jimin’s birthday and in my classic form, it was supposed to be a one-shot. Which it definitely isn’t (I’m looking at you ~65k of words and going).
I made them kiss already, at least. No boinking yet, though, as I’ve been putting it off to entertain unnecessary philosophy and make-believe botany.
the best part of writing is when your characters start ignoring your outline and you realize they’re better at this than you.

this Namjoonie may or may not be featuring in my current wip, and I may or may not have many emotions about it




saw this post by @littlespoonevan on my dash and immediately had to get to work bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it:
