Me: Okay Time To Work On The Main Plot Of My Story

You ever suddenly realise that... if you want to write something You Actually Have To Write It

“Shout out to everybody who’s trying to get their life together. Working on yourself is the hardest part of life. The rest comes after.”

— Unknown (via quotefeeling)

*me writing fic*

me to me: don’t use the word eyes, you just used it in the previous sentence. use something else

my inner me to me: no, don’t call eyes orbs, it’s cringey

my deeper inner me to me: call them face balls

Imagine if we lived forever,

Time goes on but we're frozen like ice.

Childhood pets would be here til the end,

Family with you all your life.

Young children would never grow,

People in a coma stuck in a limbo

Between life and death, not alive

But not given the relief of passing away.

Young people are free forever

But that teen mother with three kids

Is chained to them for infinity;

She may physically live forever

But her life ended a long time ago.

And what about when the sun expands,

Consuming the earth and we're left

To float in nothingness, torn from

Limb to limb, pain without death,

Is this nature's punishment for us?

This is how I come up with ideas for stories/poems!

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

I'll save my homework for tomorrow then 🤷‍♀️

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”

— Pablo Picasso (via meineluft)

I've been on tumblr for three days and I can already tell

twitter is a hellsite (derogatory) and tumblr is a hellsite (affectionate)

Yup.

i’ve wanted to post it since november 2020 but i promised myself that i wouldn’t post it until it’s done