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This scientist crafts stunning visual art through chemistry.
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in another universe i am not a burden to be loved
#incorrect.#To be human is to be a burden.#But there are people out there who will see that#see YOU#and gladly accept you anyway.#To be human is to be a burden#yes#but love itself never is
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Today I had a realization.
I haven't been acting like a main character in my own life lately. Time flies fast. Days pass by me in a blur and I have very little control or agency over my own life. I wake up, I go to work, I eat, I sleep, I start over.
I do things in my downtime! I crochet and I watch TV and I play DnD and I play with my birds and I cook and clean and I LIVE. But. Mostly, I just exist.
And that's not bad.
They tell you that growing up is going to be a whirlwind. You're 13 one day and you blink and suddenly you're 37 with a mortgage, a wife, and kids and you're whole life has been a grind. Working towards a career, a family, some kind of fulfillment that you'll only ever get if you work your ass off day after day and never quit.
What they don't tell you, what they might not understand, is that those years between 13 and 37 don't evaporate. You still live them.
I haven't wanted to die in a very long time. But there have been many occasions where, if I had the opportunity, I would press a pause button and rest. Just... rest. Sleep for a year or two and let the world pass by while I recuperate and recover from everything that's ever happened in my entire life. Just let my life wash over me and give me a minute to digest.
But life doesn't get a pause button and time doesn't stop for anyone or anything.
But there's no reason that I can't take a break from writing my own story.
We fantasize about being the main character. We imagine our lives as a book or a movie. We stand in front of the mirror and pretend we're being interviewed about nothing more than the life we live. But that's exhausting!
I don't wake up every morning and feel like I can change the world. I wake up and take a breath and count to ten. And just feel those ten seconds pass. That's what time does. It passes. If all we do is focus on changing the world, we'll never take time to enjoy the world we were given.
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Behold my sorrows, but feel you no pity.
Though bountiful they may be, and many the result of actions not my own, still- I pray you. Save thy pity.
I do not present to you my sorrows with hope in my heart that you take them upon yourself. Nor do I wish for recompense.
I show you my sorrows and ask but one thing.
Understanding.
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a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
barracks
bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
restricted zone
sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
speakeasy
spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
street market
tailor
tannery
tavern
tax collector
tea house
temple
textile shop
theatre
thieves guild
thrift store
tinker's workshop
town crier post
town square
townhall
toy store
trinket shop
warehouse
watchtower
water mill
weaver
well
windmill
wishing well
wizard tower
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"haunting the narrative" is one of those phrases i wanna put up on a shelf. not all characters that are dead haunt the narrative. not all characters that are dead haunt the narrative. not all characters that haunt the narrative are dead.
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Prompt (132)
"Get in."
That was the only thing the villain said, after they pulled their car up next to the hero and rolled the window down. The hero squinted.
"Why would I do that?"
"We're in trouble." the villain said casually, leaning their elbow on the window frame.
"Oh no, what did you do?"
The villain rolled their eyes. "They found out I'm in love with you. Get in, now."
"You're. . .what?" the hero raised an eyebrow.
"I said get in. Hurry up, they're not far behind."
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@writing-prompts-musically I love it so much! Thank you for the inspiration!
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She's my best friend. She has been since the first day of fourth grade.
You grew into such a beautiful woman. Outgoing and extroverted, I knew it wouldn't be long until everybody else discovered your beauty as well.
I grew into such a strange person, if I'm being honest with myself. I laugh at my own jokes, my clothes never match, and I'm somehow simultaneously too quiet and too loud at all times.
It would make sense, if we had grown apart. Hell, I expected it. But no. You held onto me no matter what. When it was the first homecoming game and you were on the cheer team, you caught my gaze whenever you could. And up in the bleachers, my eyes never left yours.
Your sweet 16, a huge party where at least a hundred people were invited, the seat next to mine is where you sat most often. You would traverse the crowd gracefully, like you were meant to be there. But you would always return to my side. I was honored.
You must have been asked to Prom five or six different times. But your answer was always no. "No," you said, "I'm going with my best friend." And that was the first time that you addressing me as your "best friend" hurt. You were crowned that night, while I snuck out the back.
You have your whole life ahead of you. We both do. I suppose this is me realizing that our lives are destined to be so vastly different, that maybe "Best Friends" is all we'll ever be.
I'm crushed by that. But in the end. It's still an honor that I will carry with pride.
Song Prompt #20
Wonder - Lauren Aquilina
You're in love with the most popular person in school.
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The Everton Updates
Yes, it’s been 10 months. No, I don’t have an excuse.
I recently scanned through this tumblr page- something I dread doing with any of my other blogs. I look at this post and laugh. I was so determined, so strict. I’m proud of myself, in hindsight. As depressed as I was, I was still optimistic. Those two things put together is not something you see every day.
I’m not sure there’s much more to say than “That didn’t happen.” Or at least- it hasn’t yet.
I truly had not touched that document in months. Suddenly, though, I had an overwhelming urge to write. To put pencil to paper literally. I filled a few sheets of paper, front and back, with a short story about falling in love. And a scene from this book. My book.
When I looked up from the page and saw that I had been writing when I was supposed to be taking calls for work for the past twenty minutes, I knew it was time.
So I opened the document on my laptop and got to work.
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When I look into her eyes, the rest of the world fades away. I know that there are moments beyond the ones we share, that the days where I don't see her happen and are important. But, when I hear her laugh? Or feel her hold me? None of that matters.
I love her. So deeply.
And she loves me. Just not as much.
Oh, she's going to break my heart some day...
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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
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HAND ON MY HEART. HAND ON MY STUPID HEART
ross gay / susan sontag / unknown / richard siken / warsan shire / lana del ray / tturing / hera lindsay bird / richard siken
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Homesickness
1. Louise Glück
2. Franz Kafka
3. limer3nce
4. Miriam Adeney
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You are a supervillain who has just captured your rival’s child. Rather than being afraid, they’re begging you to let them stay.
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I love in eternities.
In happily ever Afters.
And for every smile of hers I see,
Each time I hear her laughter,
The love that I have for her
Stretches on, more and more
And though I try my very best
I can't help but keep score.
Of every "I love you" I give to her,
Each one she gives to me.
How tragically one-sided
My affections seem to be.
It's takes this especially skilled heart of mine
To consistently fall in a trap
Of always giving my love away,
Only to receive so little back.
Cuz I love in enternities
And she loves in tomorrows
So on the outside we'll swim in the sea of love.
On the inside, I'll drown in my sorrows.
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Remember, you will always be growing as a writer. There is no peak, only improvement. It’s a continual learning curve and you can only go up from here. So keep writing lovelies.
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