If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
are you satan
hello yes I’m a writer my daily activities include not writing
Hello yes I’m an artist my daily activities include not drawing
hello yes I’m a singer/songwriter my daily activities include not singing/songwriting
hello yes I’m a bookworm, my daily activities include never reading
hello yes I’m a netflix user, my daily activities include never watching…nevermind
YOU KNOW THAT FEELING WHEN YOU’RE LISTENING TO A MOVIE’S SOUNDTRACK AND YOU JUST KNOW WHICH SCENE GOES WITH EACH TRACK AND YOU SAY THE DIALOGUES OUT LOUD AND YOU JUST FEEL LIKE FLYING BECAUSE THE VIOLINS AND TRUMPETS AND CLARINETS AND ALL THE INSTRUMENTS AND YOU GET THIS RUSH OF HAPPINESS BECAUSE FUCKING SOUNDTRACKS MAN
I’VE BEEN WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR SOMEBODY TO ACCURATELY DESCRIBE THIS FEELING
lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.
disclaimer: this does not apply to children you have made