i have seen a lot of good, correct, and #relatable responses to viggo mortensen’s aragorn since the year of our lord peter jackson 2001, but this is the one that most made my soul project backwards through time and space into my own confused 14-year-old body just to feel the agony all over again.
I had a dream where I met Anne Hathaway casually in a bar with some friends who knew her, and I told her about seeing this photo and relating to it on a soul deep level. And she just sagely nodded her head like ‘ yeah babe, I feel you. Do you want that jacket? I have it in my car’
how i always hope writing goes: crafting a solid outline, starting at chapter one, and flawlessly writing all the scenes i had planned until i get to the end of the story, feeling confident in my abilities
how writing actually goes: having a vague idea of what’s going to happen written in shorthand in notepad, writing a bunch of random scenes and hoping i can magically connect them at some point, all while crying
when you go back to daydreaming after having been interrupted and your brain does a previously on of your fantasy
When you go back to daydreaming after being startled into the real world and your brain has to search through the ‘recently closed’ tabs to remember what you were daydreaming about
shealwaysreads 