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shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

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I fall for raw conversation, those in which I know the person is not playing. Not pretending to be someone else. Portraying their inner self. I fall for carefree smiles which are not intended to impress anyone. I fall for the soul within and not the skin that carries it.

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HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS.

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You’re delicate without fragility. Radiant as moonlight in a room of stars. You’ve eyes like the soft light of winter dawn, and a laugh that invokes warmth like fire. Poets would write sonnets of the way you carry yourself, graceful yet oh so strong. Artists would paint you in smooth curved lines on marble walls to be kept forever like all beautiful things. Because you are beautiful, and you deserve to be told in as many ways as possible.

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Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

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I still perform autopsies on the things you said.

I pick them apart piece by piece until I understand how to connect the dots in a way I never could when the words were first formed. 

It’s so easy to say ‘I love you’ and mean it in a way that lets you fall asleep with ease.. 

But I built a castle of thought around the last time you said it and spent my nights laying siege to its walls, hoping to uncover something that was never there to begin with.

I cannot connect thought to words you never meant to say. 

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You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you'll never be this way ever again.

- Azar Nafisi // Reading Lolita in Tehran

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Words

As fond as I am of words, I often struggle to find the right ones to use.

I know that winter means sadness and cold and despair, but I also know it means comfort in front of a warm fire or in the arms of tender love.

I know that dark means loneliness and fear and death, but I also know that it means dreams and whispers and endless beauty. There cannot be stars without dark.

I know that red means pain and fury and hate, but I also know it means trust when it flushes pale cheeks beneath soft fingers. Without red, how else would I know the curve of your lips as well as I know desire?

I am so very fond of words, but I think I am fonder still of the things they do not say.

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— looking for more fantasy writeblrs! ⚔️

after a few years of hiatus, I’m back! but…that means almost everyone I followed went inactive. please like, reblog, or reply to this post so I can find some folks to follow!!

particularly interested in writing blogs that…

- write fantasy, especially fae/elves or less popular fantasy “species” (dwarves, angels, orcs, you name it!)

- write myth, fairy tale, or folklore retellings

- have things published (whether that means on a retail site or just on your blog; I want to read!)

- write lgbt+ characters, double points for lgbt+ fantasy stuff

- write new adult or adult books. i love YA too but I write and read more new adult these days!

— about me

I’m a 20-something author who writes…pretty much what I described above. Fantasy novels that focus more on emotions and characters and world than wild adventures, often with lgbt+ characters or romances. I love elves of the Dragon Age variety, Greek myths, fairy tales, and moral ambiguity.

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Goddamn...

“I wake up in the middle of the night, and for a moment confusion washes over me. You‘re not here. The bed‘s empty. The other side is made, untouched, cold. My mouth dries up and my heart beats out of control until I remember. You haven’t been here in a while. It‘s not a bad dream. It’s real. You used to come and go, and it was a different kind of hurt, but I would have preferred it to the way it is now. I would take back the uncertainty if I could. The wondering if I’d said the wrong thing again. The pondering if I was worth staying for. I have to remind myself that the bed being empty is not my fault. I remember how you kissed me one day and everything changed. I remember how you kissed me one day and I didn’t realise it was the last time. My love is like sunshine and you will never know. I think that’s the saddest thing of them all: when I wake up at night, I light up this room, whether or not you’re in it to see.”

— my love is like sunshine / n.j.

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Me whilst writing: This is a masterpiece…I am a literary genius

Me whilst editing my writing: I am an abomination to the writing community

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— clarice lispector, the stream of life

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Thanks for the tag!!

The voices raised in volume briefly, and Clara could only just make out the words ‘search’ and ‘fugitive’. But after a short while, the chatter vanished, and the cellar and the rooms above it were silent. She looked at Jess, neither of them brave enough to speak. Then, a loud thud punched through the silence, and a single pair of footsteps shook the floor of the room above them. 

‘Girls?’ called a voice.

It was Nate.

Heads Up Seven Up

I got tagged by @serotoninshift and @void-botanist - thank you! I've gotten behind on tag games but here goes.

Sitora wanted to stay forever, to feel the reassuring warmth of Raelynn’s touch, to cocoon themselves in their room, where time dilated and sleep didn’t matter, where fears and secrets too terrible to utter in the outside world were whispered under bed sheets. She wanted to count back the days, when all they thought about was training and homework, the easy camaraderie of tackling difficult classes together and defeating Trix’s slights. She wanted to wish away the hurt on Raelynn’s face now, brush tears from her cheek and make her laugh, make her give her one of those sunshine smiles that began in her eyes. But she had to go, and she had to do it before her tears fell too. 

I'm going to tag @hollowpointpen, @vanessaroades-author, @bethtriestowrite and anyone else who'd like to!

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Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can't breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn't care if it's perfect!

Neil Hillborn, OCD

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This is not to say you aren't special.

This is to say, 'Thank God, you aren't special.'

'no one understands me' STOP. 8 BILLION ALIVE PEOPLE. 15 THOUSANDS YEAR OF HUMAN HISTORY. SOMEONE HAS FELT WHAT YOURE FEELING

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I was getting pretty fed up with links and generators with very general and overused weapons and superpowers and what have you for characters so:

Here is a page for premodern weapons, broken down into a ton of subcategories, with the weapon’s region of origin. 

Here is a page of medieval weapons.

Here is a page of just about every conceived superpower.

Here is a page for legendary creatures and their regions of origin.

Here are some gemstones.

Here is a bunch of Greek legends, including monsters, gods, nymphs, heroes, and so on. 

Here is a website with a ton of (legally attained, don’t worry) information about the black market.

Here is a website with information about forensic science and cases of death. Discretion advised. 

Here is every religion in the world. 

Here is every language in the world.

Here are methods of torture. Discretion advised.

Here are descriptions of the various methods used for the death penalty. Discretion advised.

Here are poisonous plants.

Here are plants in general.

Feel free to add more to this!

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What do you think all writers have in common?

an overwhelming and insatiable longing for something more than this