when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
Steven, Leon and Flint were really just like is anyone going to date the final gym leader and didn't wait for an answer
wish i could call in bitchy to work
Evansville Press, Indiana, February 5, 1912
july fourth isn't about america to me it's about fall out boy
“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking
“the worst they could say is no” true but while they are saying it they very well could hit me with force lightning like palpatine. From star war