#yes it's true

[clearlycleveruniverse]

[rawwithlove]

✨😇✨

[misssclumsy]

Me core

[deardreamerxo]

opening up the floodgates

to celebrate me being on tumblr again, let's do an agent AMA!

as a literary agent, i can answer (some) of your burning questions about the publishing industry, including tips on querying and whether or not you need an author presence. whatever you're curious about, really!

I'll answer your questions between reading client manuscripts and drinking too much tea :3 it will be FUN

[siennamakeschaos]

Sparkles make everything better.

~ Biana Vacker

(expect many more quotes)

[thepermanentrainpress]

Gallery: Catbite @ Rickshaw Theatre - Vancouver, BC Date: October 19, 2023 Photographed by: Josh Papalia

[gendersucksstartaband]

not me realizing that i actually have a finished first draft of my story.

[punkrockmixtapes]

Catbite and Brian Fallon - Yes It's True

[belle-keys]

Nezha pulled her head toward him and kissed her hard

When I tell you the level of satisfaction I felt at this was not normal

Sorry I'm just dumping my thoughts to you

DHHAHAHJAJJA PLEASE-

I like these moments as much as when they wanna or try to unalive each other

[demian-oh-demian]

the fact that I told a girl I just met that Moonbyul is my bias, and she said something like "Everything is clear with you! :))) 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈"

[roninkairi]

Ghostbusters vs Danny Phantom

[hyunsuks-beanie]

♥️

Ooohh this video is from Netflix Tudum and Kento totally served the best of looks there- His suit was so gorgeous and the way he had styled his hair was so sexy and I've been dreaming about it ever since😍😍😍

This edit is pure beauty😭Thank you Lemon💖

[self-indulgent-sapphism]

I'm super extra horny but for one (1) specific person

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

[great-and-small]

Bird identification is so fucked up in a really fun way you can’t understand until you get into it. For example, there is a type of goose called the cackling goose that looks exactly like a Canada goose except smaller and “cuter”. The cackling goose is way, way, more rare in most places than its relatively common cousin, so it’s on tons of birders life lists. Everyone wants to see a cackling (look in any bird ID group to see lots of hopeful people posting petite Canada geese). The two species regularly commingle, so sometimes a flock of those common parking lot birds will have the equivalent of a Pokémon shiny just hanging out in the middle of them.

How ridiculous and fun is that? I can never look at a big group of Canada geese without scrutinizing their ranks for an adorable little extremely rare cutie pie cackling goose. It reminds me a bit of mushroom harvesting minus the risk of death if you get it wrong

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?