someone write a book about these two

David Duchovny Q&A in Seattle

*these are not exact, not all questions or full answers are included*

Lately it’s Always December is least played at concerts, why?

“It’s a slow song. It’s a hard song to play. Ask Tom.”

My daughter wanted me to ask if you prefer book writing or song writing?

“She’s still on facetime? Tell her to go do her homework or something! They’re two different things…” (my mother handed him her book, “Facing the Talk: Conversations With My Four Daughters About Sex”) “My daughter’s 18. I don’t know if we’re there. Maybe we’ll see how badly I fucked up”

Who did you write the rain song for?

“A person… Hey Colin! Are we doing The Rain Song in Seattle? We are.”

*didn’t hear question clearly*

“I never thought I’d be writing songs…”

Someone asked about some sort of slippers or shoes??

David had no idea what they were talking about… Someone handed him the shoes. “Maybe I’ll put these on, kick my feet up and read that book.”

Who’s on your top five?

“It’s private. I’ll tell you my top five boys… *starts naming off band members*”

What are your favorite cities or some that have surprised you?

“I love the Northwest… I’ve spent some time up here filming… Haven’t spent much time in Seattle… I think I filmed a pick up game here… (something about the rain…) I love the West Coast of the United States of America. I loved Oregon, hadn’t been to Portland before. Seattle was the first concert on this tour to be sold out.”

Which did you enjoy filming more? Californication or The X Files?

…It depended on my mood. The X Files was very difficult.

You wrote for both of them…

“I never wrote for Californication… I directed both The X-Files and Californication. Californication was more fast paced.”

“Last summer I was always doing something, going somewhere, meeting someone. It was a grand life I had. Then school resumed in the fall, and I was landlocked once more. A few strategically placed weekend trips that reunited me with the ones I loved the most kept me sane. But then December passed. And then January. I’m beginning to go crazy, and no one understands it. “What are you talking about?” They ask. “You travel everywhere. And it’s only been two months, I think you’ll live.” But no one knows.

They don’t know that I had a panic attack as I walked through the Atlanta airport to my connecting flight home. They don’t know that I couldn’t eat from the knots in my stomach the day I drove away from Nacogdoches. They don’t know that I almost broke apart while sitting next to a nice elderly couple flying out of Newark. They don’t know that I burst into tears when I crossed the Minnesota state line. They don’t know! But they still try to placate me like they do. They’ll never understand.

On nights like this I don’t even bother to sleep. I can’t do anything. I can’t focus on school, or even on escaping this damn state.”

- Wanderlust is a Parasite // excerpt

m.c. - m’s thoughts

Information I learned from the Rick Riordan Hammer of Thor book tour

• The Trials of Apollo series will be at least 5 books

• The Magnus Chase series will be at least 3 books

• We will get to meet Percy’s little sister at one point in the Trials of Apollo series

• He had no control over the Percy Jackson movies whatsoever

• There will be a PJO coloring book released in August 2017

• There will be a book called Camp Half Blood Confidential released in May 2017. This book will be about life at camp

• He said he encourages fan art and fan videos

• He said if you write fanfiction to go for it but he does not read it

• He said probably his two favorite characters to write from are Sadie Kane and Apollo

• Someone asked if liked Anubis or Walt better with Sadie and he said both

• He said that by the end of The Hammer of Thor half of us are going to want the next book and half of us are going to want to kill him

• There will be new characters in The Hammer of Thor

• He will always write for the middle grade age group but he loves it when older people keep reading the books as well

In this universe, there is order. One plus one is two. Things fall toward the ground. A feather will float on water. There is logic, a sequence to every action. Reach for another’s hand, an impulse travels from brain to neuron to muscle, down the arm. The heart beats, one two one two, and a breath comes in and goes out.

In this universe, there also is chaos. The universe is moving towards disorder. Someone dies when they had so much to live for. Lovers meet and fall apart. There is grief and anger and pain.

In this lifetime, there will be chaos but some things will always be constant. The sun will rise. The earth will spin. And I will always love you.

—  the book about love that i will never write

Hey guys! So I’m currently in the writing phase of my EPQ and I thought I’d share with you guys some tips on how to reference source materials in your reports. 

You have to clearly indicate when you have used someone else’s work. For each type of source there are certain things you should note:

  • Books: Author’s name, title, year of puplication, place of publication, the page numbers of any quotes you use
  • Journal/Article: (As above, plus) title of the article, author of the article
  • Website: Author’s name (if stated), title (if stated), full website address, date the website was accessed

There are different ways that you can reference sources in your writing. I’m going to talk about the Harvard System of Referencing and Footnotes (because it would take me forever to go into them all and these two are perfectly fine)

Harvard System of Referencing

This type of referencing contains 2 elements; in-text citations and detailed references. 

  • In-text citations: Each time you discuss someone else’s work you should include the author’s name and the date their work was published within the text. 
  • Detailed references: The full details of the source should then be referenced in a bibliography at the end of your writing. This list of sources should be arranged alphabetically by the name of the author. 

For this form of referencing you can create citations within Microsoft Word:

From there you can select the type of source and fill in the full details, for example:

(Obviously you probably won’t be referencing Harry Potter but you get the idea)

Once you’ve finished all your writing, go back to the references tab, click bibliography, then inset bibliography and it does it automatically creates one from the sources you’ve entered… easy


Alternatively, you can include footnotes at the end of each page. A bibliography still needs to be included at the end of your work to list all your resources. 

To add footnotes in Microsoft Word click where you want to add the reference, then go to the references tab and click (you guessed it) Insert Footnote (or Alt+Ctrl+F):

You then have a number inserted in the text and at the bottom of the page. Next to the number at the bottom type in your reference. 

And there you go, your guide to referencing in your essays! Hope this helped someone  💕

So many people talk about getting their heart broken.

Tear-stained sheets of paper and smudged ink; those who watched their dreams disappear and their soul become torn in two.

But what about those who break hearts?

Why doesn’t anyone write about what it is to crush someone knowingly, to be the heartbreaker, to feel a different kind of pain?

Why don’t they speak of the turmoil they face, knowing they couldn’t be what the other person needed, or simply didn’t feel the same way?

The heartbreakers are always painted as cruel, evil.

But why sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of another? If you don’t love them, yet still try to, both members of this unreal love face a different kind of destruction.

Sometimes we have no choice but to break another’s heart…

… Knowing it will hurt us just as much.


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Falling deep (Norman Reedus x Reader)

Fandom: The Walking Dead/ Norman Reedus 

A/N: Hi guys! I hope that this short imagine will be enough to make you wait for the requests I still have to write! I’m so sorry again! xxx Lisy 

(Y/N) = Your Name
(y/h/c) = Your hair color
(y/e/c) = Your eye color

Imagine being friend with Norman since you were kids and falling in love with him but not wanting to say anything about it, fearing to loose him.


Originally posted by a-pathetic-fangirl

You had the impression to live in a bad romance novel. Why? Because in those books the hero -being a woman or a man- always fall for the wrong person, the special someone who’s simply inaccessible and too perfect. For you, it was your best friend Norman.

The two of you had always been inseparable since you were kids. He had been your only friend back then and he was now the only one who was still by your side. You had supported Norman since the first day you met, defending him against mean girls at school and giving him advices with girls. You were there when he got his heart broken for the first time, letting him cry on your shoulder and cuddle you all night long.

Norman had indeed done the same for you. He was a loyal friend and the most important person in your life. Slowly, you started to grow stronger feelings for him. Every time he would kiss your cheek, you would blush. Every time he would hold your hand while wandering down the streets with you, your heart would skip a beat. Every time he would hold you close, you would sigh and hug him tighter.

Every time he would tell you about another girl, you would cry yourself to sleep.

Life was hard after you realized what kind of feelings you truly had for Norman. You would constantly try to hide them, pretending not to be jealous or hurt but ‘Oh Lord’ was it hard!

What you didn’t know was that Norman felt the same about you. He had always wanted to be more than your best friend but you never seemed to be interested. Even if he would hold you close for hours and whisper sweet nothings into your ears, you would still seemed to look at him as 'the good friend’. Norman had tried to tell you but he never found the courage to admit it, even to himself.

Nowadays, Norman was a really famous actor. He was working nonstop and so were you. You unfortunately grew apart and your health had slowly started to get worse. You weren’t ill, you didn’t have a major sickness but you were falling deep. Norman had always been your sanity, your only friend, loosing him and seeing his life throughout your social media accounts was killing you.

You saw how happy he seemed… Without you. He didn’t need you as much as you needed him.

At least, that’s what you thought.

You sighed as you stared at the screen of your phone. You were sitting on your sofa, staring at the same picture for almost 15 minutes now. The picture was one of Norman’s Instagram account, he was with an unknown girl at a party.

She seemed nice and he seemed happy.

Your eyes slowly drifted to your lap, letting the tears drop into the dark fabric of your jeans, creating small darker wet patterns.

You placed your phone down on the sofa next to you and hugged your legs close to your chest, resting your forehead on top of your knees.

You missed him so much.


Norman checked his phone for the hundredth time today. He was waiting for (Y/N)’s call, every Friday when he was away for work or at home they would call each other and spend hours over the phone. Hearing her voice was for him a real relief. He knew that her voice was the one he wanted to hear every morning when he woke up and every evening when he went to sleep.

Weirdly, he didn’t have any news about (Y/N) today and it was already 10 pm. Norman sighed and ran the palm of his hands several times over his face. He knew that (Y/N) had seen the picture of him and the lady on Instagram and he was afraid of her reaction. Norman shook his head, pissed off at how much he started to worry. Why would she feel bad about the picture anyway, she wasn’t more than a friend. She never wanted more, even if he had always wanted more. The lady on the picture was actually the girlfriend of one of his friend who wanted him to attend the party with him. He didn’t have the time to had a caption under the picture as a furious headache hit him directly after his friend had took the picture.

Norman got up and paced into his apartment. It made him sick to wait without knowing if you were fine or not. He had call your sister, asking if she had heard about you lately but she hadn’t.

Even your mother hadn’t hear about you the whole day. Norman bit the skin of his thumb nervously. 'What was happening to her?’ He grabbed his phone and called you for the hundredth time.

“Please (Y/N), call me back when you got this message. I’m worried sick and so is your family. Please…”

Norman pleaded over the phone, his voice shaking with worry. He hung up and paced again, not knowing what to do. After a while, he couldn’t help it anymore and grabbed his motorcycle keys and jacket before running out of his apartment.


You were still sitting on your sofa, time had passed and the rain was hardly tapping against the windows of your flat. The atmosphere in the room was thick and depressing but you didn’t have the strength to move or to go out. You had seen the several missed calls on your cellphone but you didn’t care who it was.

You simply wanted to be alone.

You knew that deep down it was a lie. You wanted to be with Norman, you wanted to be in his arms, you wanted to feel his warm and toned body against yours, you wanted to feel his long soft hair tickle your cheeks, you wanted to tell him how much you needed him.

You hugged your knees closer, feeling the suffocating spiral of despair spin and tighten around your small silhouette. You were drowned into sadness until the sound of you doorbell made you jump and gasp.

The time seemed to stop, the only sound you could hear was your laborious breath and your beating heart. You stared at your front door, the sound of the door bell seemed far away and the strong knocks too.

“(Y/N)!! Open the door! Please, open!”

His voice filled your ears and broke you out of your daze. You jumped up and walked carefully towards the door, touching it slightly with the tips of your fingers.

“N… Norman?”

You asked in a weak and low voice but the man seemed to hear it anyway.

“(Y/N)! Oh my God, are you alright?”

You leaned your head on the cold and hard wooden surface, closing your eyes and let his voice filled your heart.

“Y… Yes. I’m fine.”

You lied but your voice cracked at the end, betraying you.

“Open the door, (Y/N). Please, we need to talk.”

Your lips quivered as you felt new tears fall down your cheeks.

“I don’t think so… There’s nothing more to say, Norman.”

“(Y/N), I need to understand. I need to know that you are fine and for that I need you to open the door.”

His voice seemed calmer and nearer. You knew that he was probably in the same position you were in. His forehead probably touching the door inches higher than yours. You sighed then unlocked the door and backed away. Norman heard the sound of the lock and slowly opened the door.

His eyes widen as he saw you. You were a crying mess. Your face was covered in fallen mascara, your hair was all over your face and your eyes puffy and red but for him, you were still the most beautiful woman in the world.

Norman couldn’t help it, in four long and quick steps he was on you with his arms cradling you against his chest. You let out a strong sob that made your body shake but this time Norman was there to comfort you. Instead of feeling yourself collapse under the ruthless pressure of sadness, you felt the warmth of his love envelop you.

You cried a bit more, relieving all the frustration you had alway kept locked inside. Norman was running his hands up and down your back, his lips left sweet kisses on your forehead and on your shoulder while he whispered sweet nothings and soothing words into your ears.

This time, you felt the unconditional love he had towards you. This time you knew that Norman wasn’t the wrong person to fall for but the right one.

“(Y/N), what happened? What have I done?”

You shook your head, trying to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That you had never had the courage to act on your feelings and that it was eating you alive but the words were once again stuck in your throat.

“Was it the picture with Jess? Steven’s girlfriend?”

Your eyes widen in shock. Steven’s girlfriend?! You looked up at Norman and felt suddenly extremely stupid and embarrassed.

“Oh my God…”

You tried to pull away from him but Norman kept you close, searching your eyes.

“It was that, wasn’t it?”

You nodded your head slowly before mastering the courage you needed to talk.

“I… It made me realize that you didn’t need me to be happy anymore. Y… You’re a famous guy, with fans and so many other friends and people who love you. You don’t need me anymore but… I need you.”

You finished as your eyes started to water once again. Norman looked at you as if you had two heads. He couldn’t believe that you had kept all these depressing feelings inside whiteout telling him. He grabbed your face into his hands, cupping your red and wet cheeks into the palm of his hands.

“I need you too. I’ve always needed you. You think that now that I’m famous I don’t want to be your friend and maybe you’re right.”

You gasped, feeling your heart break into million of pieces but Norman smiled uncomfortably and kept talking.

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore, I want to be more. I want to be the lucky man who can wake up every morning next to you, I want to be the one who can hold you close all night long. I want to be the one you choose to spend the rest of your life with. I want to be the only one who can kiss your lips and love you. I want to be the only person who matters to you. I want to be your everything and I want you to be mine. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore, I refuse to hide my feeling any longer because I love you, (Y/N). More than anything.”

You cried as you listened to Norman’s declaration. Your heart felt as if it could explode at any moment, not used to feel so much happiness and joy. You sobbed happily, a small laugh escaping your lips as you threw yourself at Norman. You hugged him tightly, hearing his chuckles and feeling his soft hair tickle your cheek. You smiled and pulled away to look at him.

“I’ve always loved you, Norman. As long as I can remember you had always been the only one for me. You mean the world to me and I can’t live without you by side. I love you, mister Reedus.”

You beamed at the man before you, expecting another hug but Norman brought his lips down on yours instead. You closed your eyes as soon as his soft and warm lips touched yours. The feeling was so perfect that you couldn’t help but let a small moan escape your lips. You tangled your fingers into his hair and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. Norman caught your with ease and held you close as he kissed you passionately. The kiss was full of love and need but you had to broke apart to breathe eventually.

“I will never let you go, my love.”

Norman whispered against your lips then pecked them slowly. You smiled against his lips, finally feeling where you were meant to be.

“I will always love you, Norman.”


And a Happy New Year folks! (A bit late lol) 


I will write a book one day about how I feel about every aspect of Emily Stone. She’s a full genius or she has found her genius and she’s given it so fully and beautifully. I think everyone who works with her, everyone who, you know, brushes shoulders with her or even kinda makes eye contact with her gets a shot of sunshine.

I’ve thought about finding someone to make me forget about you. It wouldn’t matter that I didn’t love them if they could just distract me from you for a minute or two. But I don’t think that would work. I’d think of them in comparison to you. Everything reminds me of you and I’d wish they were someone else.
—  L.B.
How I take notes

Hey guys! Someone asked me to break down my note taking process a while ago so I thought I’d just make a post about it! This is how I take notes from textbooks.

I first pick out a color scheme for my notes. I typically set aside two or three different colored pens, one highlighter and two different color post it cubes. The number of pens I use depends on how many sub topics and titles my book has. 

This textbook had three subdivisions, chapter, topics, and subdivisions of the topics, so I used three different colors. I typically write out the chapter titles in one color and underline the topics and subdivisions in different colors. 

Sometimes I write out all the different kinds of subdivisions with different colored pens too. 

I use the post it notes for charts and diagrams. Important vocabulary words are highlighted with chisel end of my mildliner and less important vocabulary words with the finer side. 

And that’s pretty much how I take my notes! I hope this helped!


Most of my generation doesn’t seem to grasp that the smartphone is a channel to most of humankind’s accumulated knowledge, and a connection to people and institutions all over the world. Don’t tell me that phones “keep kids from communicating.” They just help them communicate in ways with which your outdated ass is unfamiliar. If that teenager or twenty-something isn’t ::gasp:: hanging in your every word, it might be because you’re interrupting a conversation taking place across six different continents.

For many, it also serves as a money management and banking tool, an alarm clock, a daily planner, a camera, a camcorder, a navigation tool, and much, much more. I don’t call my bank to see how much money I have in checking; I check my phone. I also use my phone to keep up with breaking news, read magazine articles, make announcements, and read entire novels.

Most people my age would not think twice about someone carrying around a checkbook and wallet, along with a briefcase or satchel with an address book, appointment planner, writing utensils, and a book or two, with maybe a big clunky camera slung over their neck. But somehow combining all those things and more into a pocket sized device is… bad?

Anyone who criticizes “these kids and their phones” is simply a dinosaur who needs to either learn how to deal with change or shut the fuck up with their irrelevant opinion.

anonymous asked:

First I want to thank you for answering a question of mine last week it was very helpful! I have another question: how do you know when you're done editing? I get caught up on wanting things to be perfect and never know when to stop rewriting/editing/revising something I've written.

Firstly, you’re so welcome! 

Secondly, editing is one of those things where you’re not so much “done” editing, but rather you commit to stop. At least long enough to get some opinions. 

If you’re writing for an audience, then the implication is that eventually you will need to give the draft to somebody to read. Find someone you trust, and find someone who knows a thing or two about books and/or writing. Don’t just give the draft to a random friend or family member. It needs to be someone that can provide thoughtful opinions, and who you’re willing to hear criticism from. This is one reason that family members can be poor choices. Often times relatives don’t want to hurt your feelings, or else they’ll be so critical that you take it personally. 

So as you’re editing, start thinking about who you might choose to be your first test reader - someone who just reads the draft as is and gives you their first impressions. 

Once you have someone in mind, it becomes easier to decide when you’re comfortable putting the pause button on your editing, long enough to give your reader a chance to go through the story on their own. 

If your comfort level with the reader is high (which it should be if you’ve chosen them), then allow the draft to have mistakes. And be upfront with your reader. Tell them that you know exactly what some of the problems are, but you’d like to see if they’ll identify the same problems so you can prioritize how you edit going forward. 

If you’ve been editing for a long time, and you keep putting off the reading, telling both yourself and your reader that it’s not quite ready yet, then give yourself a deadline and tell your reader to demand the pages at that deadline. Having this deadline doesn’t necessarily mean you achieve what you intended by that particular date, but it does mean that you finally hit pause, take a much-needed break, and let your reader “work” on your story for a little bit. 

Of course, this period where they’re reading won’t be relaxing. You’ll be anxious, I’m sure, but try to look at it as a mini-vacation. Try to temporarily wash your hands of it, and tell yourself that you’ve done all you can do, and now you’ve just gotta wait until your reader gets back to you. 

Aside - be sure to agree ahead of time on how long the reader will have the story. Ask your reader how much time they’ll need to get through a story of ____ words or ____ pages, and if it seems too long for your needs, you might need to find a different reader. Just be reasonable. If a reader tells you they need a few days, that’s actually quite generous. A week is more than fair, even two weeks is reasonable. A month might be too long, depending on the length of the work and how busy your reader is, but remember that your reader is helping you out. So try to be flexible with their needs while still considering your own. 

Now, when your reader does get back to you, it’s time to get back to work. Despite my suggestion that you take a vacation from the story, it’s more likely that you’ll sit around thinking about all the problems the reader is bound to notice, obsessing about how much of a mess the story is and how much fixing it actually needs. So you likely already have a list of concerns before you even hear from your reader. When the times comes, compare/contrast your list with theirs. 

It could be that the two of you are completely in sync, so you’ll know to focus your editing on the problems you’re already having. It may also be that the focus of your worries was not that important to your reader at all, and they may point out something that you hadn’t even thought of. 

I’m feeling suddenly like I hijacked the purpose of this ask, but truly, if you feel like you can’t stop editing your story, it’s time to get some second, third, and even forth opinions. If your story is meant to be enjoyed by an audience, then it’s important to test it out on a small audience that you know and trust, and one that will be constructively honest with you about the story’s problems. Then you’ll know what things can be left as is and what things should probably change. And the more opinions you have, the better. Reading is subjective after all, so various viewpoints will only help you appeal to more readers down the line.

Good luck!


“Never promise someone forever,” she said,

“Because once you’ve promised them forever, they get a small unrealistic but yet somewhat wishful bit of hope that out of the billions of people in the world, you two will be the ones who make it through anything. And you know what they say about hope, don’t you? It bleeds internal misery.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

anonymous asked:

Because the show wasn't delivering on romantic Bellarke I turned to the books. And let me tell you, the writing is really bad and half of the things that happened are forgettable. Plus Bellarke isn't even that good in the books, there are two other characters that aren't on the show (Glass and some dude), their relationship and storyline was far more interesting than Bellarke. After I finished the first book I just skipped to Bellarke sex and didn't read anything else.

Ajskdacakfjh I literally saw someone tweet today about how Glass and Luke?? are better then bellarke in the books lmao

Tonight in my forensics class we had two guest speakers: one was an author and one was the person whom this author’s book was about. He was was a 39 year old man who was released from prison after stabbing someone which resulted in death when he was 16. He was sentenced to prison for life without parole but was released after 20 years of serving time. This man, this “killer” was one of the most genuine, remorseful, and captivating people I’ve ever met in my entire life. He wasn’t charming in the sense that he was cunning and manipulative, he was charming and refreshing in the sense that he was self-aware and responsible and filled with the determination to make amends in any way he possibly could. He committed a horrible crime. He took the life of an innocent boy in a moment of panic and poor judgement. But his story both prior and post incarceration was so moving, I was in tears multiple times throughout his talk. It hurts to know that horrible things can be avoided. It frustrates me to know the CJ system is failing in more ways than one and that upbringing and attachment can potentially save or destroy an individual. It also discourages me to know there are so many people I won’t be able to save in my lifetime no matter how hard I try. Today, I was truly humbled and taken aback by the candor and vulnerability of a person willing to share a story that they know has been scrutinized in more ways than one. I learned that my desire to help and make a difference goes beyond the walls of a therapy office. I was taught that there is no one way to be human and that incredible reformation is possible. But I was also reminded that while terrible, unfathomable, and heinous things can be prevented, they’re still always going to occur. This day lit a new fire within me that is burning so intensely I can actually feel it. 

anonymous asked:

someone called you homophobic?? but your books have all spectrums of the LGBT community? don't you have a transgender character, an asexual character, a bisexual, a pansexual?

yes I’m clearly trying to atone for my rampant homophobia. 

also that book I spend day and night editing and writing about two guys falling in love on a dystopian camping trip? 

just one of those homophobe things,  you know, i hate gays so much i strive to include them in everything i write in an attempt to give them more visibility in media. 

The King’s First Love

member : Kyungsoo

genre : Fluff /// Modern Royal AU // Prince Kyungsoo

Originally posted by parkchny

Why did you even take this book? You scowl thinking about the two days spent (days wasted) reading through this silly little novel. It’s utter bullishit. The main character’s a total ‘mary-sue’, and of course the main lead was a cold mysterious hunk who insults the girl until they just…. you know, fall in love. Some people aren’t supposed to write, for example, Mandi Dougherty, the author of this crap.   

“Your Highness, stop… please!”   A guard shouts

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It seems impossible, doesn’t it? You know, letting go and moving on from him. He’s the only person who makes your heart do that thing.. The thing where it beats fast and slow at the same time and makes it hard for you to catch a breath because you’re so mesmerised by the colour of his eyes. Yeah, I get it. I get that it’s hard and the thought of never finding someone with such characterises or chemistry that the two of you had is unbearable to think about. But I promise you, you feel like this because he’s all you’ve ever known, he was your first love, you’re never going to love someone the way you loved him. You never love the same way twice, it just doesn’t happen. But darling, you’re holding onto something that is broken just because you’re afraid of the unknown, afraid of living without him. Trying to stay with him out of comfort instead of happiness just because his arms are a familiar place to be.
Breathe baby, let go.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write