i could write a book about it!!!!!

it’s been 3 months since Carrie died. and i was thinking today, it’s sort of… it’s comforting to know that she was happy with her life. she was writing, publishing a new book. she was doing tv. she was doing movies. she was doing star wars again. like, you could see she was in a good place. she stole the spotlight during the promotion for tfa and she was going to do it again for tlj. she “shocked” everyone by announcing she had an affair with harrison ford 40 years ago, and she wrote a book on it. she didn’t give a fuck. she did campaign against trump and she told people to go fuck themselves; she congratulated a pregnant interviewer on the sex; she told ellen degeneres she was open to dating an oxford professor; she showed an interviewer the middle finger after he said anyone would look good sitting beside jabba the hutt; she joked about how other people’s opinions on her appearance hurt 3 of her feelings even tho she was hurt by it; she wanted to move to the uk bc she didn’t want to live in the same country as trump; she threw a birthday party at a hotel in italy at 2am and the cops showed up at 5am to stop the party; she was strong, and she was honest, and she was brave.

it’s comforting to know what a thrill her life was, and that she still lived it intensely. but it’s also so fucking unfair exactly because of that. it was too soon.

The Signs as I Know Them

(I could write a book about Aries and Taurus)

Aries: So intelligent, like seriously, and talented. Doesn’t realise how extraordinary they are. Can be grumpy though. Quick leaner, always busy and maybe takes on too much. Wants to chat but doesn’t know what to say. Super gorgeous and surprisingly sexy. (I’m dating an Aries, can you tell? ;) )

Taurus: Gay as fuck. Easily influenced by others, so can be mean other negative people, needs a positive influence. Not particularly ambitious. Loves cats. Can be the bestest friend you could ever need if you stick around for them.

Gemini:  A little bit gay. Makes innuendos “accidentally”. Hates drama but is always involved somehow. Music lover! Always sure they’re not in the wrong. Widely liked but breaks bonds easily.

Cancer: Always in a relationship. Totally adorable but neurotic. Completely insecure but shouldn’t be. Cries a lot. Too precious, needs to be protected from this cruel world. 

Leo: Sssssnakes. Not very sociable. Either hates clingy people or is very clingy. Always falling for the wrong people. Level headed unless they’re even the tiniest bit drunk. Real internet people, meme queens.

Virgo: Not very open minded. Makes bad decisions then wonders why they’re sad. Family orientated and kind hearted. “Diet starts next week”. Works hard. Deserves so much better, honestly.

Libra: 50% sweetheart, 50% bitch. A bit psycho to be honest. Better hope they don’t fall for you cos there’s no escaping. Their smile lights up a room. Really good hair.

Scorpio: So talented! Sexually ambiguous. Heart of gold. Not the happiest but some of the strongest people I know. Quite quiet but has the best laugh you’ll ever hear in your life!

Sagittarius: Weird ass hot and cold people, nice one minute and savage the next. Competitive and stubborn. Often seeking security. Dedicated in love.All so attractive, how?!

Capricorn: Annoyingly opinionated. Will go above and beyond to prove you wrong. Has difficulty maintaining relationships (not necessarily romantic relationships). Great music taste. Thinks they cool. 90% of the time they really not cool.

Aquarius: Says “I hate you” to those they love the most. Worships their romantic partner. Total alcoholics. Willing to give anything a try. Hates embarrassment or looking silly. Weirdos but you’re so drawn to them? So confident on the outside, often terrified on the inside.

Pisces: Fast committers in relationships. Secret beauty queens, every single one of them. Pretty chill but don’t piss them off. If they angry they be cold as freaking ice. If they angry, run bitch run.

I could write novels about all the guys I’ve been with but I couldn’t write one about you.
I could describe love but I couldn’t describe the way I feel about you.
I could fall in love but I couldn’t fall in love the way I did with you.
—  He makes me speechless.

Home is not the Tower.

For Morna, home is on Venus, in the halls of the Ishtar Academy. That a Warlock would like wandering amongst books and files from the Golden Age comes as no surprise to anyone, and that is certainly part of it - but for Morna it is something different. She feels like she is tracing footsteps that she has walked before, that something in her memory is trying to claw its way past a barrier that only the thanatonauts could breach.

Either way, there is comfort in the old wood and the still-warm halls where once throngs of young people came to learn. She thinks she lived there, once.

She thinks, maybe, she died there.

anonymous asked:

I'm close to completing my first novel, and it's about time I start marketing myself on social media. However, my social anxiety is preventing me from doing so. The idea of putting my name and face on the internet is frightening to me. I was wondering if you have any advice on how I could kick my fears to the curb.

You can’t. You just have to do it anyway.

Lots of aspects of the writing process are scary. It’s scary to write a book. It’s scary to edit said book, which at that point in the game will look more like a shit pile than a cohesive novel. And it’s scary to then promote that book, to talk to people, to show your face, to get strangers to read your work. But that’s just how it is. If you want to achieve this goal, those things must be done. So all you can do is clench your buttcheeks, hold your breath, grab a barf bag, and do it. 


“So since Scott and Stiles are off doing god knows what, did you want to go grab lunch?”, Lydia asked as the two of you exited the last class of the day.

Juggling the stack of books in your hands, trying to find a reasonable balance so they wouldn’t fall, you replied. “I wish I could, but I have tons of homework to get through. So it looks like I’ll be eating lunch in the library”.

Lydia politely grabbed the top three books and you thanked her for lightening the load. “Well how about I come and help?”.

“I can’t ask you to do that, besides don’t you have something more fun to do?”. Opening your locker combination, you pulled out your bag and begun shoving each book in.

Lydia looked down then back up. “No, not really….I’ll bring you coffee”.

Zipping up the bag, it was heavier then you liked. But that was the price you paid in order to pass your subjects. “Okay, deal. I can’t say no to coffee”, you laughed.

“Great, I’ll meet you in the library in an hour”. Lydia smiled sweetly and made her way down the hallway, while you prepared for a long afternoon of studying.


Education, Education.

As a young man

i worked the shit jobs,

the 9 to 5 at minimum wage jobs, 

the watch the clock jobs,

the every day bleeds into the next jobs,

the soul killing, robotic, drone jobs,

where the only creativity comes

from some brief interaction at the register,

some sign of life with another human being,

a joke, a comment, a scrap of witty banter 

you must chew on for weeks

as the dullards come and go like seasons;

I hated those jobs with such a passion,

I vowed never to be stuck in them;

I saw the sad, empty eyes of the older workers,

and knew that could be me; 

So I let go of my simple ways; 

I read books in the back room on break;

I studied when everybody else

was getting wasted and watching TV;

And now, years later, 

I teach the values of the mind,

and I get summers off to write.

My friends who didn’t give a shit 

about school are still working shit jobs,

still getting wasted and trying to forget their minds.

But I have not forgotten my roots,

and whenever I go get a hamburger

or a new pair of shoes, I make sure

to crack jokes for the poor souls 

at the register;  I make sure

to make their day.

I always stay up late thinking about you. I stay up late thinking about what I could’ve done differently. I stay up late wishing that I could turn back time. I stay up cursing at the universe for screwing up the timing. I stay up wondering if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever dream about me. Or if your heart skips a beat when you see or hear my name.

I stay up waiting for a message or a phone call that will never come. I stay up thinking about what we could’ve been. I stay up wanting you back.

I stay up because I miss you.

I stay up because I miss hearing your voice.

I stay up because I want you to tell me that you love me, for one last time.

—  LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Don’t think about Cas sitting somewhere by himself on a college campus just reading a book and Dean and a group of his friends walk by and Dean is just like,

“I bet I could get his number and a date in less than a minute.” And his friends are like, “haha, yeah right. He’s out of your league, Winchester. Novak’s don’t date. They just curve all the tests.” Then Dean goes, “I bet you $200 each. And I’ll even add in an extra bet that I’ll get HIM to kiss ME.”

So they take the bet and Dean just waltz over and sits down next to Cas and just smiles at him and says, “hey, sweetheart” then hands him his phone.

Seconds later Castiel just leans forward and kisses Dean on the lips and goes, “are you scamming your friends out of money with bets again? You know eventually they’ll figure out we’ve been dating for a little while.”

Then Dean just grins like, “And that’s when I’ll stop.”

Meanwhile Dean’s friends are just standing there in shock because what did they just see?

but lets just focus on jug for a second here.

just think about how stressed jughead must be?
he’s keeping his father up, keeping in touch with his sister and mother, pining over a girl who’s involved in a murder case, writing a book, ahead in all of his classes, putting together things like that movie night, and is practically homeless from what we know.
he deserves the absolute world
i wish there was someone who could be as there for him as he is for everyone else..

I want you to be infinite
and because of that
I’ll write down everything I know
about the way your fingers move
or how you bite your lip.
And just like the moon
who’s beauty can never be shown in a picture,
my writing will never be as complete as you are
and I could write novels about your eyes
without ever really
getting close
to the truth.
—  // loving somebody

He Has Galaxies In His Eyes

And The Sun In His Smile

Just something I threw together for @thatsthat24

I could write a book about how much you’ve helped me through anxiety and panic attacks, my depression and just the amount of times you’ve made me smile to the point of sore cheeks and laugh to the point my stomach hurts ( it’s a good thing I promise!)  But since I’m already nervous enough putting this up, thank you for everything you do.  Stay amazing Thomas.

(This isn’t on my Instagram, name is in tags for reasons)

throne of glass hogwarts au headcanons:

  • aelin was a hatstall. the sorting hat nearly spent five full minutes debating between slytherin and gryffindor.
  • they settled on gryffindor in the end because aelin’s cousin was there and she wanted to spend time with him
  • lysandra and manon were immediate friends because of their shared ‘scariest girls in slytherin’ status
  • chaol and aedion had this weird rivalry which sucked cause they were both on the same quidditch team and aelin was tired of covering their asses if they got into an argument mid game
  • aelin and chaol are chasers, aedion’s a beater, and nesryn is a seeker for the gryffindor team
  • dorian and sorcha are like the ravenclaw it couple
  • nehemia is basically cedric diggory. everyone loves her. she leads the hufflepuff quidditch team. she dies tragically in aelin’s arms
  • when aelin turns sixteen she blackmail’s slytherin rowan into inking a small ‘incendio’ on her collarbone 
  • lysandra and aelin met for the first time at two a.m. because they both went down to the kitchens for chocolate 
  • rowan’s a keeper (ha ha). the first gryffindor/slytherin game aelin plays in, she borrow’s aedion’s bat and whacks rowan upside the head with it cause he keeps blocking her shots
  • (three years later during the first gryffindor/slytherin match of the year aelin swoops forward, kisses rowan on the cheek, and shocks him so much she scores like three goals off him) 
  • lysandra gets Head Girl and she cries for three days cause she never thought the faculty believed in her and that she, of all people, could do something worthwhile with her life. no matter what her reputation was.
  • manon and elide are basically slytherin girlfriends 
  • manon gathers up the best and brightest from each of the houses and forms a girl group. they call themselves the thirteen. aelin’s an honorary member cause in fifth year she dueled manon to a standstill and like, respect
  • asterin is in hufflepuff and manon made fun of her for it for years
  • dorian led the ravenclaw team to like three losses in a row and aelin felt so bad for him she bought him a month’s worth of butterbeer
  • rowan is the only animagus in squad, but aelin is probably the best with actual animals 
  • aelin broke her arm in the third year and aedion carried her books for three months, glaring and anyone who even dared to laugh and the sight of a massive fifth year quietly trailing this three foot tall thirteen year old 
Hey I know we don’t talk anymore but I hope
you’re okay.

I know I left but there are days where I miss your presence, there are days where I wish I could just
message you and talk like we used to. There are
days where I spend my entire night thinking and
worrying about you. I wonder if you miss me too
or if you pause for a second in your day and think
about me. Do I ever cross your mind… and even if
I did it doesn’t even matter because we don’t talk anymore, maybe that really gets to me sometimes
because I wish we still did. The thing is I’m okay
without you, you are no longer an important part
of my life. I’m okay and I don’t shed a tear over
you, but there’s a part of me deep down that still
cares and that part brings me to my knees. I wish
things didn’t have to be this way, but I guess you
just have to let go of the things that are weighing
you down and bringing unnecessary stress in your
life. I pray for you, I pray that you’re okay as it’s the
only thing that’ll truly help, and maybe one day our
paths will cross again. Until then goodbye stranger
with some memories.

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #23
Jenseternity / instagram

You couldn’t look at me.

I was right there, and you couldn’t look at me.

Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.

Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.

But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me.

—  c.f. // “game over”

“I think about you a lot,” she told him. “Every now and then, you’ll cross my mind, and I just can’t seem to shake the thought of it all… I let go of something that had so much potential to be so beautiful. Just like that.”

His heart started thudding so loud that it echoed in his ears. “You can’t say this to me here,” he said. “Not now. Not after all this time.”

She looked down, embarrassed. “It’s selfish of me to say, I know.” She looked up and met his eyes. “But you were so sweet to me. So kind. And I let the thought of missing someone else drive me away from you.”

He shook his head. “You weren’t ready for love again,” he told her. “Don’t blame yourself for the scars that someone else left on you. It was never your fault that you couldn’t be with me, it was the reminisce of him, still holding you back. Just when you were ready to jump in, he would pull you back. And that was no one’s fault but his.”

She watched him closely as he comforted her. He was always so good at soothing her broken heart — something that was never his job to do, but he did it anyway. “It could’ve been us, you know,” she said quietly. “You and me against the world. And I’m just sorry that it didn’t work out like that.”

Then, in the corner of her eye, she could see his fiancé returning with their drinks. She turned to leave him, but before she did, she heard him say it. It was soft and hidden under his breath, but it was there.

“Sometimes, I am, too.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #129 // You were Prince Charming but I sent you away because I was busy missing a toad
I still miss you until now.And honestly I pretty much still love you.If only I could forget you. If only it were possible for me to zap the memory of you out of my head.Like ripping off a page in my book. I wouldn’t mind the tear. At least the page about you wouldn’t be there.
15 Ideas for your BOS, Grimoire, book of knowledge, path journal or whatever else you want to call it.

Some of us keep them, others don’t, some of us have one passed through generations, and some of us have them on a usb/flash drive instead of a hard copy, however you have your book (if you have one) there are times when you have no idea what to put in it.

1)      A paragraph or page on how you define your path, this could include the laws of your coven/tradition.

2)      The Wiccan rede (if your Wiccan and follow it, I don’t have this in mine, but I’m not Wiccan).

3)      The wheel of the year, sabbats/solstice/equinox, what they mean to you.

4)      Your dedication, if you have made a dedication to a god, goddess or multiple write about it.

5)      Are there any gods and goddess that you follow, ones that resonate with you, write about them or even all within your path. (I have a knowledge book and a personal book, I have a section on gods and goddesses in my knowledge book).

6)      The moon phases and how they affect your path/craft.

7)      The elements, correspondences.

8)      Recipes, these could be ones that you incorporate magic into, or a recipe for black salt or an oil.

9)      Herbs/plants/flowers Correspondences.

10)   Symbols and there correspondences.

11)   Crystals.

12)   Spells/spell workings

13)   Divination, your experiences.

14)   Dreams.

15)   A running list of meanings or words/phrases.

This is the single best page in Berserk and I will kill all who disagree. I could probably write an entire book on why I love it so much. Guts’ massive growth as a character is perfectly shown in a span of only four panels and two lines of dialogue. It’s incredibly simple but equally as powerful. He’s become a towering and monstrous black shadow, while also becoming a significantly more kind and caring person. The way that Berserk’s hero slowly becomes more demonic in appearance, while it’s villain becomes more angelic looking as the series goes on, is one of my favorite things about Berserk. Also Guts says yo and I think that’s hilarious and adorable for some reason.

[160725] Namjoon in 힙합하다

How Namjoon got his parents’ permission to become a trainee

It didn’t seem like they believed in me. At this time - since I had to study too - I wrote lyrics by slipping a piece of paper into my study book and secretly writing, and got scolded when I was caught. My mother saw that displeased look often, and when I think about it now, the words I said to my mother were really cheesy. I said that my grades were 5000th in the nation, but that this company says I have a lot of talent, and no matter how well I study, I’ll always be 5000th, but that this person of repute says I could be #1 through rap. I asked, “Mom, would you rather have a son who’s 1st, or a son who’s 5000th?” and she gave her permission.
- Namjoon

trans cr.