chat its time for story writing
is it the tism in me that made me do this...a whole family tree finding every single connection between nations...
SO MANNNYY
my parents have had a phone longer than i have why do i know more than they do😭😭😭😭 they dont know what theyre doing
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ren.
what are you planning..?
Heh
what evil scheme do you have planned...
yes ignore that its signed aspen it was when i had my other blog and it was under aspen :p its still me cause its got the same little star with the a
When I was a child, every well-meaning adult with a nine-to-five soul and a dried-up imagination told me that being a writer wasn’t a “real job.”
“You’re just a little girl with big words,” they said. “Books don’t pay the bills.”
As if paying bills was the most thrilling thing a person could live for.
I never understood why grown-ups were so committed to shoving a fire extinguisher down the throat of a kid who just wanted to tell stories.
I kept wondering, why is it so threatening for a little girl to believe her words could matter?
Now I know why.
Because they never had a dream of their own.
And when you’ve never had one or gave yours up a long time ago, it’s easier to mock someone else’s.
It’s easier to roll your eyes at someone chasing stars when you’ve chosen to stay face-down in the dirt.
And still… I write. Not because I was told I couldn’t. But because I had to.
Because I promised that little girl I’d keep going, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.
these are important for me :3
the font i specifically use on my blog is in the bold section and its called 'math bold' or something of the sort.
BRO JUST STABBED MY MANS THROUGH THE HANDDDDDUUUUHHH
morgan excuse me what the absolute fuck was that are you seriously being fucking KIDNAPPED BRO
i was reading a description for china (hetalia) and it said 'wise' but i read 'wife' gjjdjdjkjdkgndsjgn