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Kiss her like it's the first time you did and the last time you will. Every time. Every. Fucking. Time.

Kirk Diedrich

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And suddenly, the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap.

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“You and I are not made to be separated.”

— Culpa Tuya

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I am destroying myself so other people can't," she said, " and it's the worst kind of control but it's the only form I know.

— via sofijasofia

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"I was calm, no one wants the kind of calm I was."

- Stephen Dunn, from New and Selected - Poems, 1974-1994; "The Waiting,"

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He was so easy to love. He made you feel safe. When he held your hand it was like you were flying. When he kissed your face you felt like you could fly. He made crossing the road feel like an adventure; with his hand on the small of your back. He laughed at things easily, he was soft, gentle, kind. He understood when you were quiet, when you were loud. He listened. He listened to your words, and he listened to your silence. "Come here," he would say, with his arms open wide, and you would go. "Stay," he would beg, and you would stay and you would stay and you would stay.

– Sue Zhao

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And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.

- Sylvia Plath

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In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.”

- N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

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I am made of bullets; shrapnel. You are solar flares and soft lips, better creatures could love you, I know. But now they'll have to get through me.

- e.j; my love should wear a warning sign, damn right I remember you (via ihopewestay)

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I've never believed that beauty could exist in self destruction. Then I saw you.

And your eyes told stories with dangerous beginnings and lost endings, where every page was breathing with color.

Yes, you were beautiful to me.

— Nicole Torres

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— Veronica Roth

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— Trusha Gaigole

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I love getting comments on older stories. It always makes me smile. And it reminds me that despite my Imposter Syndrome, I do love writing and sharing said writing.

people who write fics. how do you feel about comments on super old ones you wrote like 2+ years ago

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Cons of rereading your own fic:

*Gets to last chapter* "Damn, the author hasn't updated in over a year?" *Remembers* 'Oh, shit...I haven't updated this in over a year.'

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public

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Please REBLOG this if you’re still in the Peaky Blinders fandom, I wanna write but also feel like there might not be any interest in it anymore