Actually Your Characters Should Be Pure Wish Fulfillment And Your Writing Should Be Entirely Self Indulgent

not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can just miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, “until when? until when?” and the people I love and that love me confirm, “as long as you’d like.”

found footage horror film

agitated girl: mike put the camera down

mike: He ha why its a home movey

A. SHITTY. DRAFT. IS. ALWAYS. BETTER. THAN. NO. DRAFT.

Thank you.

does anyone understand

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

I very rarely feel like I'm actually in the moment. like 95 % of time I feel like there's a thin veil between me and reality. I'm never present I'm never there

That one person you haven’t spoken to in six years who straight up haunts your memory and dreams 🤣

thinking about this message from me mam that she sent me back when i was in uni. it literally is just a pinprick in the tapestry of life!!

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Beginning Artist 🌻