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I still refuse to acknowledge the last 2 chapters of the hobbit and won’t stop being in denial until someone makes it better thank you very much

“Date a girl who writes.

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved since she was twelve.

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look too busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.

Date a girl who writes.

Because there is nothing better than a girl who writes.”

OH MY FREAKING DOG

SWIMMING ANIME

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IS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN½?#”“¤#?!??????!!1

OH MY OHMY IT’S MY DREAM COME TRRUUUUEEEEE


And yes beside the bishies I really am interested in swimming! It’s one of the rare exercise thingies I really like c:

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I GOT PASSES TO AN EARLY SCREENING

Which happens to be on the same day of the midnight movie premiere of The Hobbit… But I don’t think I was going to be able to go to that anyway.

My mom still isn’t 100% sold on taking me to go see it but I’m going to bug her all week and threaten to go into a rampage if she doesn’t want to take me.

I REALLY HOPE SHE CAVES IN BECAUSE GOING TO SEE IT WILL BE THE BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER

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My thoughts on tonight's ridiculously emotional HoA.

AMBER, LET ME HUG YOU WHEN YOU CRY AND POINT OUT THAT DRAMATIC SCENES ARE YOUR STRONG SUIT, YOU SHOULD DO THOSE MORE OFTEN.

ALFIE, LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR FABIAN PLUNGING YOU DOWN THE PIT OF DESPAIR AND ASK WHY NOT GET JEROME IN ON THE ACTION? HE COULD HELP OUT DEAR FABES BY BEING AN ACTUAL OPPONENT.

FABIAN, LET ME GIVE YOU SOME CHOCOLATE OR TEA OR SOMETHING TO GET YOU TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND FOCUS ON THE GAME. YOU’LL GET IT, I’M SURE.

JEROME, LET ME CLUE YOU IN ON EVERYTHING.

SENKHARA, LET ME ASDFGHJKL.

VICTOR, LET ME CONGRATULATE YOU ON INADVERTENTLY BRINGING VERA’S HUNT FOR THE MASK TO A COMPLETE STANDSTILL.

VERA, LET ME ONCE AGAIN DIRECT YOU TO AN AIRPORT.

VICTOR’S DAD, LET ME LOL AT YOU MAKING NINA FAINT.

NINA, LET ME WONDER WHY YOU HAVEN’T STACKED UP THE SUITCASES IN AN ATTEMPT TO GET TO THE VENT?

PATRICIA, LET ME NOW LISTEN TO RIHANNA’S “S AND M” EVERY TIME YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH EDDIE. “HE LIKES IT.” OH REALLY NOW?

EDDIE, LET ME INQUIRE AS TO WHAT IMAGE CAME TO YOUR MIND WHEN PATRICIA SUGGESTED YOU TWO TAKE UP NOODLING.

MARA, LET ME PUZZLE OVER YOUR PURPOSE IN THIS PLOTLINE.

JOY, LET ME FACEPALM OVER YOU ONCE AGAIN STIRRING UP SHIT AND NOT TELLING THE TRUTH. PLEASE, LOVE. BE HONEST.

ANUBIS FANDOM, LET ME ENCOURAGE YOU ALL TO TAKE DEEP BREATHS. WE STILL HAVE FOUR MORE EPISODES BEFORE THIS SHIT STOPS.

Wait a second…

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Des reblogged my post?

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DES IS FOLLOWING ME?!?!

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In 3 days and 2 hours Justin Bieber will be less than 200meters in front of me. I AM SO EXCITED HELP ME OMFG IT WILL BE  THE BEST OMG

When someone says they need to tell you something later, and later they forget what they were going to tell you

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after listening to nsn’s album

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LET ME LOVE YOU CHRIS

HER LIP BITE.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ASDFGHJKL;JHGFDSASDFGHJKL

I CANT BRREATHEEEEE

UNFUFNUFNFUNFUFNFUNFUFN

ASDFSDKJHFSKJDFDAFSADKLJFSKHGKJASHDGKJSDFGDSFGSDRFSAFJASDJFAKLUSKLGJ

I CANT. 

I CANT.

i cant.

okay so i have a legitimate issue i need to ask you guys about omg

there’s this boy who goes to my school who i’ve never talked to before and whenever i’m in the hallway and walking around he seems to be in the hallway and walking around too! i always seem to run into him and he always looks like he’s about to say hi or ask me a question and he always kinda smiles at me and wants to start a conversation and i get nervous and walk away. i was just at a grocery store with my mom and i guess he works there so we walked in and were walking around and she was like “Katie omg that boy over there is totally checking you out” AND IT WAS HIM he was looking like he wanted to wave or something

this doesn’t make any sense does it

anyways he’s really cute and stuff but i don’t know what to do and should i just say hi?! fasdja;sdig

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