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youtube channels to motivate you this semester

♡ abao in tokyo - study with me’s & playlists

♡ advika singh - study & productivity vlogs

♡ allie c. - medical school vlogs

♡ carrot td - study with me’s

♡ celine - study with me’s

♡ deaana - medical school, study with me’s, stationary, etc.

♡ dear mimi - study vlogs

♡ dia - medical student vlogs

♡ dr. rachel southard, do - medical school & residency vlogs & talks

♡ emily feng - medical school vlogs

♡ emilystudying - dental school & study vlogs

♡ emma grace - nursing school vlogs

♡ emmalilyn - study with me’s

♡ ginny - study vlogs

♡ hyobin - medical student vlogs

♡ leighton sanders - nursing vlogs

♡ lucky penny - study with me’s

♡ lunardazes. - uni study vlogs

♡ madi’s nursing journey - nursing school & nursing vlogs

♡ mango oatmilk - study with me’s

♡ maria silva - study & hospital interning vlogs

♡ merve - study with me’s

♡ mishujo - study & productive vlogs

♡ nada - study & productivity vlogs

♡ ray hon - study with me’s

♡ sab yang - medical school & study vlogs

♡ sean study - study with me’s

♡ sierra lyn - nursing vlogs

♡ studymd - study with me’s

♡ study to success - stationary, study with me’s, study hacks, etc.

♡ tani study - study with me’s

♡ yours truly, chloe - study vlogs

♡ yulma - study with me’s

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List of Vocal Sounds for Smut

I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)

Sounds (noun, both independently and describing speech): breath/breathe, gasp, moan, groan, pant, whimper, whine, shout, yelp, hiss, grunt, cry, scream, shriek, sob, growl, curse, sound, sigh, hum, noise, squeak, snarl, howl, roar, mewl, wail, choke, keen, purr

Sounds (noun, describing speech): rasp, husk, drawl, plea, murmur, whisper, beg

Descriptors (adjective): loud, hushed, quiet, low, high, high-pitched, little, tiny, soft, deep, unrestrained, restrained, strained, breathy, rough, sudden, short, drawn-out, sharp, harsh, hard, thick, smooth, thin, heavy, impassioned, insistent, hungry, passionate, repeated, filthy, debauched, sweet, slow, deliberate, guttural, languid, surprised, husky, distracted, happy, pleased, satisfied, wordless, cut-off, bitten-off, contented, hoarse, extended, long, depraved, aching, choked, strangled, broken, helpless, shuddering, shaky, trembling, urgent, needy, desperate, wanton, shattered, pained, eager

Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.

Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.

Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)

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“Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.”

— Cleo Wade

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𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴'𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼..

you are the soft verse in my loudest days, the calm sea in the storm of life.. you are not just part of my world, you are the world i never knew i was searching for..

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"But how many times can a heart wither and yet, still manage to form a beat?"

From, Random thoughts in my journal

(via paperdreamsndtea)

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“Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.”

— Frida Kahlo

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“Taking a deep breath, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.”

— Richelle Mead

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“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.”

— Roy T. Bennett

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His pain my pain we are one of the same Penny.Copper mixed with love. Where money has no relevance. His eyes soft and Delicate as a renaissance painting. How he carries himself, how he speaks, he how laughter fills the room. How……I get it call him mine may be a Lottery I never knew a human can accomplish winning . Tell him, tell him. His existence is nothing but a muse for my eyes nothing but for my hand to write nothing but for my heart to hold. This balloon needs to be popped, breathing is tight like my lungs only have a tube coming from the inside due to my anger that my heart is like this.this exercising of overusing my heart needs to come to a halt. How can I ever imagine a man in love with me. How can I ever allow my mind To indulge in something, in something I’ve always had to work for, but hard work never guarantees anything….ever. Just a high chance that’s all. Love I hate you. Hate me even more for allowing my heart to always believe you exist for always believing for always yearning. Wanting him. Him?him? Who? Who is this “him”? He he he. He’s handsome he’s charming, he is love. His beauty is not in solely what the eye can see but, how he eyes dart at you softening his voice, stilling his body, and allowing you to be his world. His hands are wrapped around her, her her her her. She’s everything love wants. Love yearns for her, who is “she”? ……..she is she….will I be she? can I be she? Yes, yes yes, in am she. He is not mine but she is, she she she will be me so he can be mine because I am her. I am all that I say I can be and do. I get everything I want. And love is just a side quest because I am my own person. I am her.

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With a heavy exhausted heart I write as pathetic as my heart can be, it’s foolish , it years for, over and over again, the same desperate desire. Oh I just truly long for love. To write him letters , for my lips to gently grace the back of his ears, taking in the sight of his body reacting. How My Love can shift feelings of sorrow to longing eyes with glance of a dime. Foolish of me to assume I would ever hold such lengths of human connection in twined inside my heart; why, it is a foreign land I never received a visa for, and here I am speaking of which I do indeed hold a passport. His eyes, who’s? Love’s eyes, that is whose sight I long to be in the presence of. The love I long for. The look of love. The drive, the desperation, the desire, the shifts of movement frantically in search to reckon upon love’s eyes in a grand ballroom, soon his hands are on you, embracing you. While his mind wonders what’s spells you’ve incentively casted up upon him, for him to on your call only; go even to the depths of earth to bring you a rose you happen to have mentioned once before. How mad love can be. Love that has yet to be ever palpable to my being. The soul yearns but never acquires, for my heart to go to another. as mine is his. His is mine. Love

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She leaned into you, to give you a soft kiss, only for you to retreat your head in a nervous panic, her eyes widened not knowing what has come from the situation. She leaves from the embrace, in her defense, she assumed you also wanted this. The way you ran to her to tell her how you passed your test your first thought was to hold her. Her . How your eyes dialated when looking in hers, how your head also moves to where her light is. How your voice gets a tone deeper to show her your still a man dispite how silly you can get and also how youre not just a collage student, even though you both are just college students . Present moment: shes already left the hug and now you don’t know what to do. Why did you push your love for her away? You didn’t want to accept someone being so close to your heart. Someone being so close to you that your heart is not only yours but theirs as well. Your fear drove her away and now you’re all alone with your thoughts. All alone. You know you’ll confess one day, but not now. One day. One day. One day. Ill tell her i love her.

Its 1 am idk what i wrote but i want to write so bad i want to write an insanely complex novel so baddddd

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My favorite book so far. Truly you feel as if you’re in his shoes, the writing is so soul capturing, you can’t help but want to read more

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Sorrows of young wether

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