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reblog and put in the tags the 13th sentence from any WIP

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I RETURN TO MY FATHER LIKE A DOG: ON FATHERS AS UNLOVING GODS.

chuck palahniuk // @angelprotocol // gillian flynn // hélène cixious // halsey // ocean vuong // smoke signals.

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“your my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

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i am sorry, mama. i know you did your best but i turned out wrong. i only ever sharpen my teeth on my own legs. i can't hunt and every song in my chest sounds more like a siren call. i tremble at every loud noise. i fear i am unlovable. you used to tell me to bark back and bite hard. i let every hand muzzle me and consider it gentle. touchstarved. i'm sorry. you wanted to raise a wolf but i am just a bad dog.

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if you're scrolling tumblr right now because you're struggling to complete a project or assignment, take a moment to do the following:

get up and grab a resealable plastic (ziploc) bag

fill it with warm water from the sink

it will probably be somewhat difficult to fill it with warm water from the sink. youre taking a break. don't worry about it. trying to fill up the plastic bag full of warm water even though it's silly and slippery and soaks your hands is part of the fun

when it's full, go show someone. tell them you filled a bag with water. when they touch it, they won't expect it to be warm, and they'll tell you "ooh, it's warm!" you know this though. it's a little surprise for them

enjoy the warm water bag with them. it's fun. it probably won't spill if you sealed it well. hold it with your hands. press it against your face-- it's relaxing. jiggle it around a little bit. feel the nice, plasticky-warm texture. it's the warm water bag. it's the bag filled with water and it's fun

when you're done, take a pin or other sharp object (a pen works, but pins are best!) and bring the bag back to the sink. poke a hole in the bag with the pin. the water probably won't come out very fast. poke more if you'd like. maybe try dragging the pin across the bag and see if you can make a cut. poke many holes in it. it's fun!

throw the bag away when you're done. youve just relaxed with the bag of warm water

congratulations! try to go do your project again and you might find it easier. and if not, you've made a few water-bag based memories, or at least had a laugh or two :)

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My Bed - Tracey Emin // The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky // unknown // R.M Drake // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood // unknown // Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923 // Najwa Zebian // unknown // Badflower - Family // Charlotte Green - You Say You Don't Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That's Not True // Ophelia - Friedrich Heyser // Jasmine Pierce for Reductress

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My Bed - Tracey Emin // The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky // unknown // R.M Drake // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood // unknown // Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923 // Najwa Zebian // unknown // Badflower - Family // Charlotte Green - You Say You Don't Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That's Not True // Ophelia - Friedrich Heyser // Jasmine Pierce for Reductress

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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I’ve seen a lot of people talk about how they want to be okay, feel better, and I’m gonna drop some knowledge on you right now. Just the fact that you want to feel okay means you’re getting better. You saying ‘this isn’t where I want to be in life’ means you are looking forward, looking to get better. And just that little bit of motivation means that you are okay, because you’re still alive and still looking forward. You haven’t lost hope yet, and I’m sure that’s better compared to where you used to be. I believe in you. Keep getting better.

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on self-love

?// @heavensghost // @roach-works //Richard Bach //?// @bakwaaas // @llleighsmith // Clarice Lispector// Anonymous

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…….thinking about this………..always thinking about this…..

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YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE GOOD YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WALK ON YOUR KNEES FOR A HUNDRED MILES THROUGH THE DESERT REPENTING YOU ONLY HAVE TO LET THE SOFT ANIMAL OF YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

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Wow!!! I never thought this would get much attention at all thank you all so much for the kind words and liking my lil thing!! I am working on making this a more fully realized fic life is just a lot so it might take a bit, but I’ll try and post it here/on my ao3 (@connecting_those_constellations) when I’ve got more to share 👯‍♂️

Jailbird

Hi there! I've never done this before, first time posting in the tag, so idk if there's etiquette or whatever but I've written the start to a steddie fic inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "Please Please Please" music video. Just wondering if it's worth continuing with or if ppl have any ideas. Anyway, here's Jailbird:

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Steve had entertained the thought before. What if he just didn’t show up?

Didn’t drive the Beemer through those metal gates, didn’t lean against the hood with his arms crossed. Didn’t wait with a mix of elation and dread for the buzzer to sound and for his husband to swagger to the car, duffel over his shoulder and a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Maybe if Eddie had no one to grin at when he was released from jail, again, he wouldn’t get himself locked up next time. 

But those questions remained unanswered, and Steve waited. 

The buzzer sounded, the chainlink door opened, and the love of Steve’s life and the bane of his existence strolled out like he’d just stopped at the store. 

“Hey, sugar.” 

The words were whispered in Steve’s ear as tattoo-covered hands came up to circle his waist. When Steve’s head, tilted to stare up at the sky before their eyes could lock across the parking lot, didn’t come back down, Eddie’s lips landed on his neck. 

“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” 

Steve huffed and lowered his head, and Eddie’s lips relocated to his cheek, pressing kiss after slow kiss. He gave Eddie a soft shove back, finally making eye contact.

“Ask me again when we’re home.” 

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I can't decide if I want no gender or every single gender

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