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I’ve come to the harrowing realisation that the only way to write my book is to write my book

I may never recover

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Source of my happiness these days 🤤

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It's that time again

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editing your own writing is just you vs. the demon who wrote it at 2 a.m. six months ago. and the demon was DRAMATIC

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editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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Has it feet like Water lilies?

Has it feathers like a Bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?

— Emily Dickinson

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write a new scene → realize it contradicts something from chapter 3 → fix chapter 3 → now chapter 7 makes no sense → cry → repeat

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There has not been nearly enough hype for Zayne in his scrubs.

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Zayne: How was the camp? Did you have fun?

MC: Yeah! There was a group of bears though but they didn't bother us.

Zayne: Group.. of bears? Is that what they called?

MC: Swarm of bears..?

Zayne: Herd of bears..?

MC: Yeah, I've heard of bears. I told you I saw them during the camp.

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☀️🩵 lads plushies

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"I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands, I have been trying to lay my head down but I'm writing this at 3 AM"

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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they should invent an apartment that has huge windows but is never too hot and is near everything i like and all my friends but is also quiet when i want it to be and costs zero dollars or perhaps they pay me to live in. and they save it just for me so i dont have to look for it :)

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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Farmers Market

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1000 followers celebration <3 - request 10/10

zayne lay naked on his stomach, head buried in his folded arms, muscles tense and coiled like a loaded spring.

“just relax,” you whispered, drizzling warm oil down his spine.

he actually shivered. “i am relaxed,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

“no, baby. you’re a heartbeat away from snapping your own spine.”

you straddled his thighs, working the oil in with slow, deep pressure. warm palms dragging across the thick muscles of his shoulders, down to his lower back. he grunted once. then again. and then a low, broken sound escaped him.

zayne whined. his fingers curled into the sheets. “y-you’re doing that on purpose.”

“i’m helping,” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. “is the doctor having trouble staying quiet?”

“you don’t know what you’re—nghh.”

you slid your thumbs into the base of his spine, and his hips bucked involuntarily.

“you’re blushing, doctor,” you whispered in his ear. “is your composure slipping?”

he groaned, hoarse. “you keep touching me like that, and i swear i’ll flip you over and fuck you into the mattress.”

you smiled, lips ghosting his skin. “good. that’s exactly what i was hoping for.”