Writing for me is 10% actual writing and 90% deciding what to eat/touching my hair/staring into space/changing music/tweeting/instagraming
I think it was Mark Twain who said “Writing is ten percent inspiration, ten percent coffee would help, ten percent maybe it’s that there’s not enough light in here is the problem I should open the blinds, ten percent oh now there’s a glare, ten percent CTRL T Facebook oh she got fat, ten percent should probably walk the dog, ten percent is it too early to start drinking well it’s 5 o’clock somewhere but is that actually true or just something people say CTRL T Google ‘is it actually always five o’clock?,’ ten percent writing doesn’t necessarily mean literally putting words on paper so technically I’ve been ‘writing’ all day, five percent inspiration.”
onlyinhope asked: I've gotta be honest guys; I'm practically in love with Daniel O'Brien..
His intellect and handsome are gif-worthy.
Also your one true love has a book coming out so why not support his dreams?
Every single aspect of this post is still strange and humbling and surprising. Twelve-year-old Daniel never would have dreamed girls would love him, that he’d be allowed to write a book, that he could grow a sort of mustache, or that gifs would be a thing.
mysticalnyanunicorn asked: Which Hogwarts house do you think you would be in?
Whichever one has the finest bitches and throws the sickest parties and has individual bathrooms so people don’t have to smell my poop.
myfavouriteblogonthecitadel asked: I used to kind of have a laugh about how some people get way too emotional over silly things in movies etc. on tumblr but now I'm just sitting here heartbroken over the bus driver in Mrs Doubtfire. I demand a sequel in which he finally gets a happy ending because that deleted scene just made me die a little inside.
There can’t be a sequel because the actor who played the bus driver died.