“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.
“Nobody’s ever going to see your first draft. That’s the thing you might be agonising over, but whatever you’re doing can be fixed. You can fix it tomorrow, you can fix it next week.”
— Neil Gaiman
I remember reading somewhere that a first draft’s purpose is to exist. Everything can be edited later. I forgot who said it, help. 😅
“Every first draft is perfect, because all a first draft has to do is exist.“
–Jane Smiley
Is that the one?
“I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.” –Shannon Hale
i love it when im rereading a story and i find these little breadcrumbs of foreshadowing the author left. everytime im like "ohoho!!!! i wouldve gotten that before if i had the big picture!!! and now i do!!! delightful!!!" and idk i just love being able to read the same story twice but have two different experiences. i like when a story has so many layers that it can keep you entertained for a long time as you unravel all its secret nooks and crannies. thats a good story.
“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?”
— Letter to My Rage: An Evolution, by Lidia Yuknavitch
i don't quite have the words for it, but i fucking hate that post: "If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her three hundred sonnets, he loves sonnets." there's similar versions of it everywhere: if you take pictures of someone too much, you like taking pictures, not the person. if you make them dinner every night, maybe you just like making dinner.
maybe - and this is true - love can be both. love can be - i'm good at this thing, and i love doing it, but i love you and it feels worthwhile to make it for you.
i take pictures of my friends so i can look at them later. i also love taking pictures, and i love my friends being in those pictures. i write her poems because i love writing poems, but she is why i love, and that makes love poems worth writing. i've made you something, because i love to make, and i love to make for you. i will invent and create and it will all be for you, because each time i think i can do it better.
who are you, to look at my motivations, to declare - i've done it, i've gotten to the heart of the matter - when instead you have ripped the heart right out of the matter entirely? love can be three hundred sonnets. it can be saying - i have only one way to express this, and i will do it, over and over again. i cannot get the image of you out of me.
how dismal, to live in a world where you believe there is a cap on how much love can be perceived. that the way any person loves is so shallow that it only survives if it hasn't undergone writing. that it can only outlast a few songs, and afterwards, the music is devoid of meaning.
i love you, i will do the dishes for you three hundred times - and i do not love it, i just love that it is easier for you. i love you, i will, if you let me, spend three hundred mornings drinking coffee next to you. and we can both love coffee, and love that it tastes different to drink coffee beside you, and love our mornings. i love you, i will write you three hundred sonnets if you want me to, but, as a warning - i'm not particularly good at rhyming.
capture love however you can. surround yourself in it. there are never enough memories. there is never enough time. there are never enough ways to hold onto it. write and make louder. i want your three hundred poems. i want to be loved so hard that you will spend hours on the sculpting of iambic pentameter. i want you to love without a horizon, so it stretches out so far around you that you cannot help but make, and sing, and mend.
There is something about sunlight that makes life seem just a little less horrible
it’s the vitamin d bitch
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Anonymous asked:
Your Arab aren't you? Have you ever dated a terrorist
nah I’m not into white guys sry
wa-llahi
dayumshecangetit
Gotta reblog every time I see it
Got their ass’
The first feminist gesture is to say: “Ok. They’re looking at me. But I’m looking at them.” The act of deciding to look, of deciding that the world is not defined by how people see me, but by how I see them.” -Agnès Varda
This is the antidote to that Margaret Atwood quote
stop asking me what my plan for the day is, it’s the same as always, self sabotage
half of me finishes a book within 6-12 consecutive hours and the other half of me takes roughly six months.