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real talk tho you might feel like you aren’t doing enough or you’re behind or you haven’t set yourself up well enough and you aren’t in the right place but you can still work it out and there are beautiful, amazing things ahead of you. two years ago I had a 2.8, was on the verge of losing my scholarship, had no idea how to study, and wouldn’t have been able to handle a research position even if I knew how to get one. now I’m working in a lab, have tons of research experience, co-authored a publication, have an amazing advisor who is helping me with a honors thesis, and am set to do eight months of paid research abroad next semester. (and the 2.8 is now a 3.6). it’s not over, it can get better, you aren’t a failure, and wonderful things are waiting.

Me, at my character whom I created, whose dialogues I write, whose actions I decide, whose development and personality are completely under my control: Why are you such a bitch

WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?

Holding rag in this darkness, I keep cleaning the rotten carpet of ethics. Knees are bruising, But my hands keep moving, The mind can’t comprehend how to stop. Eyes can’t adapt to the pitch dark. But ears are alert, Realization dawns, You all are here too.

Some scratching softly, Some rubbing too vigorously. I know that I’m not alone. How come there are so many of us? Trying to remove these stains in the darkness, and hoping for a glimpse of white. Cleaning this tainted carpet of ethics.

What is wrong with us? This house is full of bodies without guts. Few are dancing like puppets, freed on the condition of being muppets. Some keep peeing all over it, Others keep cleaning all their shit. The smell of this home is atrocious, It makes me nauseous.

They are covering the skin of God in red, and if we whispered, we are bad. If and only if, I can know about their scale, I might try not to fail.

Let’s get a new carpet. Stop dreaming about turning this obsidian into white.

LEPTIR CHAHAR

EXCUSE ME???

forbidden fruit | chapter 2

here’s chapter two! this is dedicated to @stardustsroses , happy (late) birthday my love!! <3

masterlist | ao3 | part 1

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Cassia.

Her named suited her. Soft. Ethereal.

Awkwardly, Manon extended her hand in an offer to help her up from her cowered position. Cassia’s stare immediately glued to the razor sharp nails curving wickedly from her pale fingers.

“I won’t hurt you,” she repeated again, cursing the touch of shame that sent a pang down to her very core. Since when did she feel bad about her terrifying exterior?

Cassia visibly swallowed, nodding hesitantly before accepting Manon’s hand, her body so light Manon barely had to exert any energy pulling her up.

“Um, I-” she stammered, timidly meeting her gaze. “Thank you for not killing me.”

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one of the best pieces of writing advice i’ve ever gotten:

if a scene isn’t working, change the weather.

it sounds stupid, but seriously, it works. thank u to my screenwriting professor for this wisdom

i cant talk right now im doing hot girl shit *crawls down a castle wall in lizard fashion*