onedamnminuteadmiral:

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me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”

me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty

me writing dialogue: “Hello fellow character! I am speaking words at your face with my face!”

me writing internal dialogue: It was the curve of her lips that reminded him of the warm comfort of childhood, and he could swear the scent of fresh cherry pie permeated the air, even now. He wanted to respond, but his throat was choked by an emotion he could not name – an emotion he could only identify through another three paragraphs of shit like this.