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i miss my ex bestfriend & everyone else that i have ever loved but don't want any of them back either

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I used to be a proficient googler who never wasted a word but since Google is near useless no matter how good you are at it now I have reverted to just typing in entire questions like an old person

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Photography by Daniel Vazquez (American Ghoul).

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God the 11 year old girls you put on this earth to climb trees and play with plastic animals are buying foundation at the drug store

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REBLOG IF YOU USED TUMBLR IN 2011 - 2013

If so, you knew how turnt Tumblr use to be

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why r u using the word corn instead of porn on tumblr.com i just saw full dick n balls 2 posts up ur good

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The whole “protect the children” stuff makes a lot more sense when you realize that they treat their children like their possessions, so it’s less “let our children live their best lives” and more “don’t mess with my long term investment”

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how my writing goals evolved from 'bestselling author' to 'please just finish one thing' 🎯

remember when you were like 16 and thought you were going to be the next cassandra clare? just me? okay cool cool cool.

i used to have this VISION. i was going to write the next big YA fantasy series that would get optioned for netflix and i'd be interviewed on talk shows wearing perfectly tousled author hair talking about my "writing process" (which was definitely going to involve a lot of aesthetic coffee shops and leather journals).

my goals back then were absolutely unhinged:

write a 7-book series by age 25

get a movie deal

have fans make tiktoks about my characters

retire early on book royalties

maybe date a hot actor who played one of my love interests (this was a serious consideration)

fast forward to now and my current writing goals look like:

finish. literally anything.

write "the end" on something. ANYTHING.

stop opening new documents when i'm 20k words into my current WIP

remember what my protagonist's eye color is supposed to be

figure out what happens in chapter 12 (it's been 8 months)

the evolution was… gradual. and then sudden. like bankruptcy, but for creative ambitions.

it started with the first reality check: writing a book is HARD. not just "ugh this is difficult" hard but "why are there so many words and why do they all have to make sense together" hard. turns out you can't just vibe your way through 80,000 words. WHO KNEW.

then came the second reality check: the publishing industry is a NIGHTMARE. agents want you to have platform before you have a book but you need a book to build platform but you need platform to get an agent to look at your book and it's just capitalism eating its own tail while writers cry in the corner.

but the REAL plot twist was discovering that finishing things is actually… really f*cking difficult? like, starting stories? easy. i can start a story while i'm brushing my teeth. but endings? conclusions? wrapping up loose threads in a satisfying way that doesn't make readers want to throw my book at a wall?

apparently that's a SKILL that requires PRACTICE.

so somewhere between draft 23 of my first novel and the crushing realization that my magic system made no sense, my goals shifted. instead of "change the literary landscape forever," it became "write something my mom would read and not just say 'that's nice honey.'"

and you know what? this evolution isn't failure. it's GROWTH. it's understanding that the real magic isn't in becoming famous—it's in the moment when you type "the end" and mean it. when you've actually told a complete story that makes sense and has characters people might care about.

my current goal is simple: finish one (1) entire novel. not a perfect novel. not a bestselling novel. just a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end that doesn't leave readers confused about what the hell just happened.

and honestly? that feels way more achievable than dating chris hemsworth ever did.

(though if chris is reading this and wants to discuss my worldbuilding over coffee, my DMs are open)

—rin 🎯

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One pain, biting iron-bitter, the earth chews when she lays in frost: she cannot grow alone. the fern cannot draw the furled into flight without the stroke of the sun on her back– the dandelion cannot seed without summer-sweet wind carding through her hair. the spring comes in storms. it rains, and you drink, and you taste pride bloody as you choke it down.

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RABBITS! RABBITS! RABBITS!

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

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once i told an astrology person that they should include where the ISS was in the sky when you were born and she was like that’s stupid. okay sorry for trying to make this a tiny bit more fun

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