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100 Reasons NOT To Kill Yourself

1. We would miss you. 2. It’s not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There’s so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? What about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? You can’t do them when you’re dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won’t be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again… 19. You’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don’t even know you and I love you. 57. I don’t even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is. 65. You’ve changed somebody’s life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that’s perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody’s life. 70. If you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things. 71. Making snow angels. 72. Making snowmen. 73. Snowball fights. 74. Life is what you make of it. 75. Everybody has a talent. 76. Laughing until you cry. 77. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 78. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 79. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 80. Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive. 81. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 82. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. 83. One day your smile will be real. 84. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 85. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 86. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 87. Eating crazy food. 88. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one. 89. Sleeping in all day. 90. Creating something you’re proud of. 91. You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit 92. Being able to meet your Internet friends. 93. Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate 94. Sherlock season three. 95. Cuddling under the stars. 96. Being stupid in public because you just can. 97. If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years 99. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this. 100. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen

IF that isn’t enough:

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Clear: Do your characters control where the story goes or do you maintain control?

I’d say a bit of both. For the most part, I know where the story is going, the story I want to tell, the things I want to put the characters through to make them grow, and the ending I want for the tale. But sooooometimes what they say about the best laid plans is true. 

Every once in a while a character will get a wild hair up their ass and demand something from me. Can you believe it? The audacity... 

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t want to piss off most of the characters I create, so I usually begrudgingly oblige. It doesn’t always survive through the editing cuts, but I explore it at the very least.

More Get-to-Know-the-Writer Asks

Red: What type of writer’s block do you experience the most?

White: Are you a supporter/lover of fanfiction?

Black: Would you want to live in one of the fictional worlds you’ve created?

Blue: What’s more important to you: characters or plot?

Yellow: What’s a common writing tip that you mostly ignore?

Grey: What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Orange: How many projects do you usually have going at once?

Pink: Which of your characters would become your best friend?

Purple: Which of your characters would become your sworn enemy?

Green: Pencil, typewriter, or computer?

Brown: Do you have a set writing space? Or do you write everywhere?

Silver: Are you comfortable writing in public places?

Gold: Do your stories usually contain lessons or morals?

Clear: Do your characters control where the story goes or do you maintain control?

Tan: Are you open to co-writing a story?

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also, I feel like a broken record, but lemme get it it out there: You Should Reblog The Work You Like

you don’t need to enter comments, even, though they are appreciated

consider an emoji. a keysmash. an ‘AHHH’

reblogging = more visibility = possibility of more interest

interest = creators continuing to post

lack of interest = you lose access to the shit you like because they stop posting

you’re supporting (mostly) indie creators when you’re on tumblr, and indie creators struggle to gain a platform when no one’s sharing their work, and creators aren’t being “greedy” by asking

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Intro to the Writeblr Community

Hello. After a long time coming, I decided to make a sideblog writeblr. I go by the name Myn or Revane, seeing as I’m not comfortable enough sharing any bit about my actual self/identity. About me…

- I am a college student, so infrequent writing and posting

- I write both original works and fanfic, so be on the lookout. 

- I am not the most comfortable with my writing, so there’s a level of major anxiety attached to this step

- Open and welcome to getting to know others and branch out my social circle of writers 

Hope to begin posting soon.

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How do you become a writer? You lie. You tell a story, and you lie and lie and lie until you’re fluent.

You lie to your readers, making a story believable enough that they fall in love with a fiction. You tell them that everything will be okay, and tear their hearts to shreds. You give them just enough scraps to keep going, and hold the feast just out of reach. You tell them that you don’t want to let them have everything, and that is a lie too.

You lie to your characters, manipulate them, send them on journeys that will break them. You run rings around them, promise things that never come. You control them, plague them with monsters, send them spinning through terra incognita terrified and alone. You pretend not to care, but that’s a lie too.

The story also lies to you. Be ready. It did, after all, learn from the best. It tells you that you’re going down one path, and takes us in circles until we’re lost. It lies by omission, keeping the most important information until the end. It flays the creativity from your brain and refuses to co-operate. You pretend that your relationship with your story is complex and painful and in that, only part is a lie.

The story is a monster, a fae. Tame it as you will, but unlike a wolf it will never be made a dog. Quivering, it will curl in your lap like a cat, waiting for the right moment to bite the hand that feeds it. You nurture it anyway, you have to. You feed it with whispers and sleepless nights and tears. It won’t ever show kindness in return, but perhaps it will give gifts more freely.

And you keep lying, because telling a story is the most honest form of lying there is.

- On the nature and nurture of a story | A.r.t

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Writer’s advice that I've never seen anybody disagree with

If you feel that striking one specific word from the text won’t make the text any less nice and/or well-written, then you must strike that word.

On a related note, don’t use two words if you feel that one single word can replace them with no loss of text quality. (Unless you’re writing for NaNoWriMo, haha.)

Don’t use the same dialogue tag twice in a row. it stands out. Always. (Except for “said,” of course.)

If you’re including a long flashback, make sure that the readers don’t mind the main plot being stopped.

Your friends and your family can’t give objective advice on your writing. No. Listen to me. They can’t.

If your novel includes SF or fantasy elements, make sure that the occurrence of fantastical elements is made clear reasonably early in the story.

It’s not true that adverbs are inherently bad, but it is true that “he yelled” is better than “he said loudly.” 

When you’re using other dialogue tags than the usual “said”  or “asked,” make sure that there’s a need for the specific dialogue tag you’re using. Don’t have characters mutter their lines unless muttering is required specifically.

Most importantly: Never, e v e r follow writing advice until you understand what the thought behind it is.

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New intro post, since my dash is dead:

My name’s Graph. I’m a bitter old man of 24 years. I mostly write speculative, historical and contemporary adult fiction. If you do too and you’re 18+, give this a like or reblog and I’ll give you a look.

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“I think new writers are too worried that it has all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you.”

— Asha Dornfest

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Reblog if you’re an writeblr

for follow

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me [angrily yet softly, through gritted teeth, while crying]: i love to write

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Hello hello, this is a writeblr introduction!

I go by D.Y. (but my real name isn’t much of a secret), and I’m a 22 year old (mostly) fantasy writer from New Zealand! I’ve been writing for a few years, been on Tumblr for a few years, and finally decided to bring the two together and join the writeblr community. 

The WIP I’m currently working on is called Enchanters - it’s a soft NA high fantasy about a reformed petty thief who somehow finds a family when she stumbles into a trinket shop owned by a tax-evading enchanter and his petulant fox-daemon. 

I’d love to follow more people so please reblog if you’re a writeblr who writes fantasy, historical or scifi — super bonus for complex female characters, romantic subplots, characters of colour and queer characters! ♡

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one day you’ll have written a novel of your own.

you’ll be able to hold it in your hands, feel the weight of it - each chapter, each page, each word that you so lovingly crafted. you’ll be able to watch each scene, something you built and tended and know most intimately, unfold beneath your hands again with every turn of the page. you’ll be able to run your thumb down the spine of the book and feel the shape of your name pressed into the side, because this is yours.

so keep writing. because your novel is just waiting for you to bring it into existence.

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how i always hope writing goes: crafting a solid outline, starting at chapter one, and flawlessly writing all the scenes i had planned until i get to the end of the story, feeling confident in my abilities

how writing actually goes: having a vague idea of what’s going to happen written in shorthand in notepad, writing a bunch of random scenes and hoping i can magically connect them at some point, all while crying

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Writeblr Intro (Kinda)

Despite having this blog since May, I never made an introduction, and since there are so many new writeblrs, I thought I’d say hi and hopefully make some new friends! 

So hello everyone! My name is Ally, I am 20 years old, and I’m a junior in college studying neuroscience and psychology. I love to learn new things and I tend to go on Wikipedia binges where I just research random topics that I find interesting. I have 6 cats, and I am willing to share pics! I love iced tea and coffee much more than I should. In my free time, I like to write (obviously), read, play video games, and I can read tarot cards (so feel free to hit me up if you ever want a reading)! 

I’m looking to follow more writeblrs, especially people who write/post about:

Fantasy/Sci-fi

LGBT characters (bonus points for ace OCs)

New Adult

World Building

Writing Tips

Edits/Moodboards

Original Writing/Content

So yeah! I tend to write fantasy and NA and I post a lot of writing tips and information about my WIPs. I’m trying to post more original writing as well! If you wouldn’t mind, please like or reblog this post so I can give you a follow! Looking forward to meeting some more cool people :D

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Today sucks.

As I stood on the corner of Airport and Main, I shifted my backpack to one shoulder and glanced up at the sky. The sun shone bright overhead, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the distant storm clouds. They rumbled on the horizon like a window into the future. I shoved my right hand into my pants pocket and cast my eyes to the ground.

Where was Eugene? If we were late to school, the office would call my father, and my father would be waiting for me at home with a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and his two high school football championship rings on his right. I hissed as my ribs reminded me of just how acquainted with those rings I’d become. 

Today really, really sucks.

I shivered and clenched my hand into a fist in my pocket. 

“Jordan!” a loud voice shouted from across the street.

I perked at the sound of my name and looked up. Across the street, Eugene waited for the crosswalk sign to display the walking-little-stick-figure-man. Eugene barely stood taller than five feet despite being a sophomore like me; he barely came up to my chest. His frizzy red hair gave him the illusion of a few extra inches, but he still looked like a middle school student. He waved at me as he jogged across the street, but by the time he reached my side, he doubled over and gasped for breath.

Damn, is he okay? I thought, but my father’s championship rings flashed in front of my eyes.

“You should exercise more,” I said with a teasing grin. “You’re really out of shape for someone so skinny.”

Eugene dismissively waved at me as he fought to catch his breath. “Whatever... not everyone... can be... The Rock,” he said between heavy breaths as he gestured to my large biceps and barrel-sized chest. After regaining composure, he took a deep breath and stood up straight. “Speaking of which, did you make Varsity?”

Of course not. I’m a failure, not a champion. I won’t amount to shit.

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think my heart was in it, but they put me on J.V. as a starter, though.. Coach said I could sit the bench on Varsity and watch for next year, too.”

“How’d your dad take it?”

I winced and wrapped my free arm across my waist and around my side.

He beat me. All night. My ribs really hurt, Eugene. I’m really hurt...

I shrugged. “He was fine with it.”

“I wish my parents were just as fine with my bad pre-calc test,” Eugene said with a sigh. “They grounded me for a week because of that ‘D’. Plus, I really, really thought I had that stuff down.”

Does he need a hug? Maybe he needs one... no, he’ll think I’m stupid. I am stupid. Men don’t hug each other.

“We went over those formulas so many times, Eugene! Sorry you bombed, man,” I said. “Still, it’s not often a sophomore gets to take pre-calculus! I’m sure your parents gotta cut you some slack for that. You’re ahead of the curve.”

Eugene shook his head and began walking down the sidewalk toward school. “Nope. ‘If Jordan can do it, so can you,’ they said. Seriously, why do you have to be good at sports and math?”

I laughed and walked alongside him. “Sorry, I like math. As long as you follow the formula and do everything right, you get the right answer.”

Eugene raised a brow at me and chuckled. “Isn’t that normal?”

No. Sometimes you do everything right and still get it wrong. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how hard you try, you just aren’t worth the cleats on your feet.

“Yeah, I guess.” I chuckled, too, to keep things from getting awkward.

We walked down the street, and Eugene used his Japanese cartoon shirt to fan himself as he spoke about his newest trading cards and the latest episode of his favorite science fiction shows. I listened and contributed when I could; I secretly loved video games and trading cards and anime and fiction books and comics. It was how Eugene and I had become friends in the first place.

I need one, I think. No, Jordan... that’s pathetic. That’s why you didn’t make varsity. But I need one. I’m such a baby. Suck it up!

When we turned the corner onto the small side road leading to our school, Eugene suddenly stopped speaking and fixed his eyes on a group of rough-looking juniors who seemed to be waiting near the senior parking lot. A few seniors zipped by in their parents’ cars or the cars their parents bought for them. 

When the juniors turned their heads in our direction, Eugene blanched, a feat surprising considering his pasty skin, and shrank behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at him; he was visibly shaking. 

“Hey,” I said. “It’s going to be okay. That’s why I’m here.”

There are three of them. My ribs hurt so bad... I’m terrified. They’re juniors. I can’t take on three people no matter how big I am. Shit, shit, shit! No, be a man, Jordan. For Eugene. Square your shoulders and puff out your chest; this is the least you can do, you embarrassment.

Though it hurt my ribs so bad I almost cried, I puffed out my chest, stood straight, and flexed my biceps as we walked closer to the juniors. 

Maybe I should put my arm around him, show that we have each other’s back? No, that’ll be worse. They’d eat us alive. But maybe it would help me feel less like a scared little pussy... maybe it would make me feel better, too. He does have my back. He’s my friend. 

My father’s curses, rings, and boots flashed in my mind again. I shoved my right hand deeper into my pocket when it started to throb.

If you’re not going to use it to throw a football right, then you don’t need it! I was already a starting Varsity quarterback at your age, and I still didn’t make it in college ball! Are you kidding me?!

“Hey, thanks for walking with me,” Eugene whispered.

I said nothing; I needed to keep a hard glare fixated on the juniors. I needed to sell my intimidation. As we passed by them, they eyed us with uncertainty. Finally, the apparent ringleader walked past us and bumped my shoulder. 

He scoffed as he passed. “Tch. Jordan can’t be everywhere at once, weeb. We’ll catch you without your little guard dog one day.” With that, they walked off as the first morning bell rang. 

Eugene stopped walking; I stopped, too, and looked back at him. He was shrunken and on the verge of tears. The way he looked irked me; it was as though I was staring at the way I felt. No one deserved to feel that way, especially not my friend Eugene. I growled and turned toward the three Juniors, but Eugene grabbed my arm. I spun around to say something but stopped when I noticed a tear roll down his cheek.

“Fuck those guys,” he growled through clenched teeth.

He definitely needs one. No, it’ll creep him out. That’s not how this works. Maybe I can do it playfully? If he rejects it, I can laugh it off, but if he doesn’t...

“Yeah, fuck those guys,” I said. “You all right? You need a hug, little guy?” I said with more sarcasm than I’d meant.��

Eugene sniffled and laughed. “Knock it off, man.” 

But I really need one. Please don’t say that.

“Aw, don’t say that,” I said with a chuckle as I threw my left arm around his neck and pulled him into me. For a brief moment, the contact felt amazing, but Eugene quickly pushed away from me and furrowed his brows.

“Come on, seriously. That’s not funny.”

It felt like someone tied a weight to the bottom of my heart and dropped it into my stomach. I felt my face burn and liquid fire build behind my eyes, but I kept it in. It was like clenching a muscle I had somewhere inside me but couldn’t pinpoint, and I often used it to keep from expressing my weaker emotions. It was the only thing that made my father stop. But it was hard, and it made me hurt even worse. 

Jordan, you’re such an idiot. What the hell was that? Just hug him for real. No, it’s too late.

“Sorry,” I said flatly.

“Whatever, let’s just get to class, okay? Before they decide to come back...” Eugene breathed a frustrated sigh and quickly rushed down the sidewalk. I followed behind him. As we neared the senior parking lot, one of the seniors tore down the street in a red Mustang. He didn’t slow down as he approached the turn into the parking lot, and Eugene didn’t see him as he prepared to cross the parking lot entrance.

“Eugene!” I cried as I quickly stepped in front of him. Instinctively, I snatched my right arm out of my pocket and shoved it in front of Eugene, stopping him in his tracks. The senior in the Mustang blared his horn as he streaked by us.

“What the hell, Jordan!” Eugene shouted.

I laughed. “Just saved your life, no big deal.”

“No, Jordan! What the hell is this?!” Eugene grabbed my right arm beneath my elbow and just above several enormous bruises that trailed down my wrist, hand, and fingers. At the center of the dark purple masses were black ring-shaped indents.

Are you kidding me?! My father had shouted the words before holding me down and repeatedly punching my arm. I remembered every blow, and I remembered when my screams had changed to weak sobs and the pain had changed to numbness.

Help me, Eugene. I need a hug. I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to tell you any of this. It really hurts. I feel like I can barely breathe...

“Football injuries,” I lied as I shoved my hand back into my pocket.

Eugene shook his head. “Those marks weren’t from football, Jordan.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he lurched forward and threw his arms as far around my chest as he could. “Dude, Jordan... are you okay?”

Any words I’d prepared got stuck in my throat. My tongue felt like lead, and tears once more burned the backs of my eyes. I cleared my throat and wrapped my good arm around his shoulders. 

“Yeah, man,” I said with a sigh.

A character tries to give another character a hug

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Why readers stop reading. 

I found this on a literary agency blog. If you’re struggling with writing/revision, this breakdown could help you out. 

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Hey, anyone on writeblr who wants to be tagged in tag games and to be shot asks sometimes, please interact with this post?