during-the-writer's-strike

I don’t want to fall in love anymore, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself; telling people my favourite songs, showing them my favourite movies and TV shows, my favourite colour, places I like to visit, just everything. And I’m tired of repeating myself, I don’t have the energy anymore. I want someone who already knows that a particular song is my favourite because it makes me cry happy tears, I want someone who knows that this movie is my favourite, because one of my earliest memories was watching it as a kid, when we were still a family. I don’t want to give people parts of me only for them to become a stranger again, It’s not fair. I’m tired
—  blue-eyes-xo 

Supergirl writers continually trying to demonize a woman who was abused by her mother her entire life and managed to survive and become a strong and independent woman is so fucked up I can’t even. Not everyone who has to endure abuse becomes a bad person fucking stop. She’s been through so much already.

Darling, I will forever want to run into your arms that reach out only for the moon and him.

“What if I didn’t care too much? ” he said while looking at her, trying to imagine that she’s someone else. That he’s not asking this question to someone he loves truly—for the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt her. He never wants to cause heartbreak, especially to her. But because he can’t take it any longer, he took a deep breath and continued, “You don’t need to answer me. I just…you know…I just really have to let this out. Because it’s hard. I know you’re not even asking me to care about you this much, you didn’t even ask me to hold you up whenever you feel that you’re about to shatter and fall to the ground. But I care, hell I still care. And you know the only reason why I do. Why I always claim to be—that person who is always on your side—and it doesn’t matter whether you’re on your darkest times or brightest hours. I’ll still be there, to cheer you up when you’re down, and to clap my hands for you, to hug you warmly and to congratulate you every time you achieved something you always wanted.”.

He paused reminiscing all the good and bad times that they were together. He remembered the times she tried pushing him away. But he never left her. Because he knew that time was the moment that she needed him the most.

“Yet now, I wonder. What if I didn’t fall in love with you? Will I still care about you? Will I’m going to be one of those people who left you once they were ignored by you? Will I’m still going to be here—standing firmly next to you? ”. he said. He didn’t wait for her answer, instead he continued saying, “I honestly don’t know what exactly I would do. Because the moment I saw you, I never imagined being away from you. I never saw myself leaving you. I never ever saw myself not caring this much about you. And that’s the reason why—it hurts at the same time.”.

He looked at her just to find her staring back at him. With her eyes so beautiful that the stars weren’t enough to describe the way her eyes shone that night. He slowly grabbed her hands, closing it with his.

And when he looked back at her, both of them have tears in their eyes, as he said “Because the truth is, no matter how hard I try to move my feet miles apart from you, I can’t. I just can’t run away from you.

—  ma.c.a // Love Pushed Me To You
i want a relationship where

i want a relationship where he is as crazy about me as i am about him. i want a relationship where he chooses me over any other girl. i want a relationship where i sit in my teeshirt on the kitchen counter and he cooks me breakfast between stolen kisses. i want a relationship where he saves all the selfies i sent to him because he can’t get enough of me. i want a relationship where he sends me long messages telling me how much he loves me every time we fight. i want a relationship where we can sit on a rooftop at two am and discuss my dreams. i want a relationship where i come first before the tall, skinny blonde who sends him nudes. i want a relationship where he gets me orchids without asking. i want a relationship where he is protective of me because he can’t stand the idea of other guys touching me. i want a relationship where he plays scrabble with me. i want a relationship where he takes me out to the greek restaurant i told him i wanted to try last weekend because he listens to what i say to him. i want a relationship where he holds my hand in public. i want a relationship where he sees the bitch in me and stays. i want a relationship where he knows me and not just my body. i want a relationship where i am pampered because he wants not and not because i ask him to. i want a relationship where he never lies to me. i want a relationship where he realises how important my grade is to me. i want a relationship where he tells me he can’t see a tomorrow with me. i want a relationship where he calls me every time i say i am fine. i want a relationship where he understands what i mean when i say things like okay or leave me alone or shuttup. i want a relationship where he understands me. i want a relationship where he takes me out to get drunk and forget about the friend who forgot to wish me on my birthday. i want a relationship where he loves me. i honestly just want a relationship where he loves me, unconditionally.

Outlining a Novel

Anonymous asked: How do I outline?!? It’s driving me nuts!

You’re making me laugh! Oh, don’t we all want to know? The truth: there is no right or wrong way to outline.

Every outline I’ve ever made has looked different from the previous. Stories take on different shapes, require different kinds of outlines, and different levels of detailed planning. Part of it will mean knowing yourself as a writer and your process. I journal as I write. I note what my process is and take time to reflect on that. It’s helped me get better at writing and churning out more stories. For me, if I’m working on a long-term project, I cannot get bored. Boredom is deadly.

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I might have seen you for the
last time.
And as I walked away from you
and into my midnight city,
I wasn’t shaking with words
left unsaid and my body didn’t
feel achingly untouched.
Just thrummed with the echo
of this quiet poem
in my contented heart.


Maybe I can finally stop writing
about you now.
—  12:06 am // L.H.
I once walked in a desert, and saw a single rose, beautifying the atmosphere and warming the air.
I find the same beauty and warmth every time I see your smile.