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Sometimes you think you know what you want. Sometimes you think you’re on the right path. Sometimes you think you’re heading to the right direction. But sometimes you get lost, you don’t know where to go. And that’s okay. You’re not alone. 🤍
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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
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btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there
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one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
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your page has been my comfort place since a long time.
hi anon! I know I’m barely active but thank you so much! this means more to me than you’ll know x
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“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.”
— Unknown
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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
— Lemony Snicket
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“It’s become very apparent to me that the older you are the less praise you’re going to get. When you’re 3 and you paint a picture outside the lines, they give you gold stars. When you’re 10 and you score a goal, they take you out for ice-cream. But when you’re 17 and struggling to fit in, no one gives you a hug just for making it through the day. And when you’re 23 and pulling long hours at the office, no one asks if you’re alright. And you start to wonder if you are, if there’s a point to any of it. The answer is yes. Because good work, real good work that shapes your character, doesn’t need to be acknowledged. You grow in the silences, in the reflections, in the inhales and exhales that let you know you’ve made it from one moment to the other.”
— Unknown
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Hi! I love your writing and I love the fact that you don't specify a name for your romantic male character. So, I wanted to know if you knew any other blogs that write without specifying the name of the romantic male character? What blogs would you recommend what writes good romance? Please give me some recommendations!
Hello! Thank you so much, it means a lot to me! I’m sorry to say that I don’t really know — i just started writing based on my experience (or imagining myself lol) with different people and felt that without specifying a name, people can imagine themselves with whoever they wanted the other character to be :)
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omg hello! welcome back and congrats on graduating :)
hello!! thank you so much, it feels so great to be back on tumblr! :)
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I'm so happy you're back!! I missed you so much ahhh and congrats on your graduation (im the anon u last replied to♡)
hii!! you’re still here lol thank you so much for the lovee!! ♥
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excerpt from a book i’ll never write.(76)
Soft snores leaves your lips as I turn my head towards you. Your lips are chapped and slightly agape, your loose curls covering your forehead I place my palm on your chest, brought your hand in mine, and I close my eyes. In the expanse of this bed, I always think that the world is ours. Nothing else revolves around us, it is just me and you. I have always wished for this kind of love — love full of trust, respect, and affection. I used to think that I would never end up with anyone. My standards are too high. One would say. That perfect guy I’m looking for doesn’t exist. Another chimed in. But as I look at you while you sleep, I can’t help but believe that the world is truly on my side. I always tear up thinking about it. Out of all the people on this earth, the world has brought me you.
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a/n: It’s so crazy to think that my last excerpt was more than a year ago. I have missed tumblr so much I can’t even explain. Tumblr has been my safe place for a very long time and now that I’ve graduated, I just want to slowly get back into writing.
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hello, I've been following your blog for more than 2 years I think? and just a quick reminder that your post's really get me going and make me feel things.. so thank you for everything ily
Hello and thank you this means a lot to me! Writing has been a huge part of my life and I really miss posting on tumblr. Thanks for following me for so long ily too x
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all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.
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if you look closely you can see that one of chris evans’ eyes blink .375 seconds faster than the other and it’s the funniest fucking thing
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