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Also someone from my hometown just got published and is kind of motivating me to get my act together

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Guess who's back and is trying to get herself to write again. Lately I've been just writing poems for self care and venting and less for enjoyment but hopefully I can get some world building done this week. Wish me luck

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imagine owning an independent bookstore with a cafe and bakery with a cat that sleeps on the windowsills and people like to pet her while they browse the shelves

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anyway i love being autistic

reblog if you love being autistic, love people who are autistic, or want to punch every ableist jerk in the mouth.

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Ravenclaws probably have, overall as a house, the worst grades in the school tbh. 

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2 months ago I got an assignment on ADHD in Psychology. It’s due tomorrow and I have written one paragraph…

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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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Getting a rush of writing inspiration in the middle of the night be like:   holy shit ?? I’ve solved ten plot holes! I know how to write that next scene! Everything is finally making sense!

Then you look at your notes the next day and it’s just:

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Tea in space

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as an eldest daughter, i sometimes commit the grave sin of having emotions

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would you like a nice glass of

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original character bio template.

► basics;

Full Name: Age: Birthday:  Sexual Orientation: Relationship Status:  Religion: Occupation: Nationality: 

► background; 

Place of Birth: Hometown: Education: ► physical;

Faceclaim: Eye Color: Hair Color: Height: Weight: Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc:

► relatives; 

Father’s Full Name: Father’s FC: Father’s Status: Father’s Occupation: Mother’s Full Name: Mother’s FC: Mother’s Status: Mother’s Occupation: Siblings:

► relationships;

Ex-Significant Other(s): Reason for Separation: Current Significant Other: What They Look For In Others:

► personality;

Positive Traits: Negative Traits:

► misc;

Hobbies: First Book They Read: Favorite Book: Favorite Music Artist: Favorite Subject:  Pets: Habits:

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You can always tell when someone hasn’t been to an American college/hasn’t done their research when they write a college AU fic

Okay, dudes, let’s go over some things:

Firstly, there’s colleges and universities; college is a school that only has undergraduate courses while a university offers graduate courses as well

Despite this, most people say they’re going to college even if their school is technically a university

There are no school bells

Also, classes aren’t always 8am to 3pm or whatever your high school schedule was; it’s whatever you goose

So, like, you could have an 8am, 11am, and 1pm class on M/W/F while on T/Th you could have a 9:25am and an evening classes at 6pm

Keep in mind that not all school havethe same schedule. So mine (Lenoir-Rhyne Unversiry in NC) had 50 minutes classes on M/W/F and 1 and 15 minute classes on T/Th (with a few exceptions)

There aren’t any principals. There’s a Dean and there’s the President of the school, but if you’re in super big trouble, you’ll talk to the Dean

College doesn’t have a home room for students

Most freshman are required to live on campus their first year, unless they live less than a certain number of miles away, like 20 or something, I think

During orientation, which happens before classes start, you’ll get the opportunity to have a tour of the campus and do other fun (and some boring) things as well

My college group was based on our FYE (first year experice) class—it was one of the core classes and it lasted the entire year at my school

There’s food you buy on campus and “free” (included in your tuition) food at the caf—CAF FOOD ALWAYS SUCKED UNLESS A LARGE GROUP OF PEOPLE WERE VISITING THE CAMPUS

and for some unknown fucking reason, we always seemed to have middle schoolers touring out school. Ugh.

Dorms have RAs, who are usually upperclassmen, and RDs, who are usually graduate students. RAs are under RD’s and there’s generally 1 RA per floor (unless it’s a huge floor, then there’s 2) and some RAs are super chill and some are….not lmfao

Feel free to add to this list!

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Write fearlessly Write recklessly W̹̙̝̼͂̂͛̓ͯr̪ͪ̎͋̃͋i̥̺̼̅͛̑t̲͋̿̀e̫̭̪̬ͮ̆̑̾̐ ̈́̋̔̆l̜̬̜̣ͥ̄̽͊i͕̱ͧ̑ͤ̿̉͋ͭk͋͐̈e͎̓́̈̈̏͊̔ ̯͍͍ͦ͌̔yọ̥̾ͮͫͫu̜ͦ̃ͣͦ̋̿r̟͕̹̰̱̜̙̽̿̊ ̖̠̻̯͋ͮ̋͐ͅl̠͔̯i̝f̪̲̮̣̟ͣ̽e̪̲̾̏ͭ ͓͕ͮ̊̍ͤ̍̌ī̞̗̤̲̹͊̃̈́ͦ̎ͅs̟͚̫̞̯̩̬̑̄ͭͦ͌͛ ̤͕̟͈̦̯ͅf̦̰̗̻ͣ̆ͪͯo͇̲̣̘͗ͮr͙̪̞̙̟̫ͮͯf̬͉͎e̜͖͎̞ͮ͌̄ͮͅiͤ̑̏ț̣͔̗̊ ͖̫͎̖̝͋̐̒͋̾͗ͅtͣ̋͒̔́oͭͪͦ t̤̼̙h͔̭͎̞ͬ͐̚e̲͙̖̲͚̖ͭ́ ̩̣̑͑̑̓̃́͒e̲̐ͮ̀̆̐̇̚l̲̘̙͗ͫ̌ͅd̬̤̼̦͉͆̉ẹ͙̘͎̆̇ͮͯ̂r ̘͔͇͍g̟̫̻͗ͤo̻̟̾͋̓ͮ̾̃ͪd̯ͣ̓͌̍s͍͎̠͉ͩͪͯͫ

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here’s some incoherent poetry i wrote a couple of weeks ago?? there’s no logic but it was part of an english project i had to do whilst in Belgium seeing the battlefields and trenches of WW1. it was a very touching trip and i don’t think i will ever forget it, which is why i want to try and write something meaningful but so far no luck.

( disclaimer: i’m don’t usually write poetry, ever, i’m sure you can already tell but pls feel free to tell me how i can improve )

time marches so slowly here,

the sun always waiting for the last possible moment to show itself,

shoving countless clouds aside until it is satisfied,

then it blazes,

it’s warmth no longer reaches us,

our insides had slowly frozen into a meshed block of blood a long time ago,

standing beneath the great fireball of death i wonder why i my skin is still as translucent as the corpse ahead of me,

maybe i’m dead,

but i suppose it’s only the innocent that get burned in the end.

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Writing in public:completely composed. Writing appears to be going well. Nothing wrong seems to be happening. Author does not appear to be going insane

Writing in private: talks to myself, goes crazy, screams in frustration, squeals in happiness, looks like a nutcase.