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Awesomeness is next to godliness so I think I'll continue being an awesome human being. Well, just for now.

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#oremonogatari just revealed a fact about friendship. 😏

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Your daily reminder

To the artists: Your art is wonderful. Please don’t compare yourself to others just because your style is so different. Don’t worry if you don’t have a particular style yet, it will develop as you go. Keep practicing and you will get better. It’s okay to not like your own art sometimes. Please don’t be too harsh on yourself. Don’t worry if your art isn’t noticeable yet. Have fun creating your own art.

To the writers: Your writing is beautiful. You can write 10k words or 200 words and they’re both equally amazing. Don’t worry if you can’t portray a character or scene right. It takes time and sometimes a bit or maybe a lot of research. Get a friend to read over it and offer constructive criticism. You can write any kind of scenario and let your imagination run wild. Have fun writing your own stories.

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This might keep me going. <3

Your daily reminder

To the artists: Your art is wonderful. Please don’t compare yourself to others just because your style is so different. Don’t worry if you don’t have a particular style yet, it will develop as you go. Keep practicing and you will get better. It’s okay to not like your own art sometimes. Please don’t be too harsh on yourself. Don’t worry if your art isn’t noticeable yet. Have fun creating your own art.

To the writers: Your writing is beautiful. You can write 10k words or 200 words and they’re both equally amazing. Don’t worry if you can’t portray a character or scene right. It takes time and sometimes a bit or maybe a lot of research. Get a friend to read over it and offer constructive criticism. You can write any kind of scenario and let your imagination run wild. Have fun writing your own stories.

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From a Window

“What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away...”—What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts

The Story:

While silently walking at the hallway of their campus, She heard a sob from a classroom. It scared her but ended up taking a peak from the window, hoping that the sob came from someone and not from a ghost. It was dark inside because it was already late in the afternoon and no one is there for it has been an hour since the classes were dismissed. Her vision continued to roam around the room until she spotted a seated Boy who’s burying his face at his two arms placed on the desk. She heave out a sigh and  decided to ignore what she saw but her conscience won’t let her.

           She excused herself and went inside the room. She sat infront of the desk where the Boy’s face was burried. She just sat there, not saying anything and later on regretted her decision of not ignoring him. She apologized and was about to leave but the boy started stating his reasons for crying. That startled her because She wasn’t asking, but listened to him anyway. When he was done with his storytelling, she started pitying him more for having those kinds of friends, who were only befriending him because of the benefits they could get from him. They remained silent for awhile until the Boy stood up and told her he was going to walk her home. Again, She pity him, and she doesn’t want to make him feel worse if she turn down his offer, so she nodded.

           From then on, they became the closest friend, sharing lots of moments, problems and advises together until the day came that the Boy came to realised that She is a really important part of his life and is afraid to lose her attention from him if she accepted the feelings of a certain Guy, who is currently courting her. The Boy tried to confess her feeling for her but he is always held back by the doubt that it may just ruin their friendship, and so he kept his feelings shut in his heart and in his mind.

           The day came that the Boy had decided to throw away all of those doubts and to finally confess to her. But when he was about to go to her home and finally tell her how he truly feels, he received a call from the Guy and learned that it was already too late, for the last moment that they would be sharing together was him watching her from a window, just like the old times, the only diferrence is he was the one watching, not her, and it was from the outside of a coffin not from the outside of a certain room.

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Once a writer always a writer. *Sigh*

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When you feel frustrated and you wanna die. Just die.

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I know exactly what to say until I have to say it.

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This Is So Me!

Me: Why is starting a fic so haaaard?

Also Me: Why is continuing a fic so haaaard?

Still Me: Why is ending a fic so haaaard?

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It gives out so much feels especially the scene when Shikamaru’s in his dreams. :(

Sept. 22: Shikamaru Nara