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pilferingapples:

hernaniste:

tenlittlebullets:

Do I have to bring this back?

Beverage warning applies. Uploader will not be responsible if anyone’s keyboard has a sudden accident with liquid.

Friends, listen to this.  It takes 10 seconds and will drastically improve the quality of your existence.

WHAT
WHAT WAS THAT WHAT HAPPENED
EVERYONE LISTEN TO THE THING AND PERHAPS TOGETHER WE CAN EXPLAIN WHY VALJEAN

um

exploded?!?

(via notafraidofstopping876)

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

ally0mazing:

There can only be one logical explanation for this:

Voldemort has returned….

MY DEAR

I’M AFRAID YOU HAVE

THE GRIM

(via zoeartemis)

Thinking about writing tonight... probably won't...

Real talk

blk0912:

boredandmoist:

This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

Needed this today

(via megans-random-thoughts)

Anonymous hour. Nothing will be unanswered, ignored or deleted.

(via notafraidofstopping876)

reblog if you are gay or an army of 10,000 skeletons

frogkin:

superstupidposts:

i am the latter

i regret this post because every fuckijg straight person who reblogs it feels the need to add a comment like this to avoid anyone thinking even for a second that theyre gay

(via terratarantula)

irresisting:

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

similar here 
(q’d - have a good day cutie x)

irresisting:

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

similar here 

(q’d - have a good day cutie x)

(via ellamareefairweather)

Fear

I’m a writer, i have been since second grade but as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized the thing that is holding me back and that is my fear and my resounding inability to let myself suck. This novel i am working on now is the longest project I’ve ever let myself work on spanning two years and over 40,000 words but now as i sit down to write i find myself thinking about everything, are the characters developed enough? is the world I’ve created realistic enough? Granted i know i need to worry about these things, i need to listen and adapt to criticism but i am letting the fear stop me before i even finish and that is what i need to do above all, finish and allow myself to be proud of what I’ve created. i just don’t know how to do that…i am constantly to afraid the thing i’ve been working on for so long will be a big piece of crap and i set out on this mission to prove to myself that i can finish what i started and to say i wrote a novel, i have always wanted this to be for me and no one else, a personal goal to fulfill, but its turned into so much more and the fear is winning today, i just can’t let it win tomorrow..

"I’m gonna write tonight!!"

Me fucking lying to myself (via biological-splicer)

(via beyondhumanbelief)