me arranging the wildflowers i picked in a very cute empty wine bottle:
i’m really living my best life
me ten minutes later after having googled “oregon poisonous plants” and realizing at least one variety of the white lacey flowers i picked were probably extremely deadly water hemlock, wearing latex gloves, putting all the flowers in a plastic bag, and wiping down every surface in my home with 409:
it’s about the experience
Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.
Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts. Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done. Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work. Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted. Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy. Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive. Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes. Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight. Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.
just because you love someone does not mean you should be with them. i felt a love from a very young age and for a while, it was the best part of me. but as time went on and the love grew, i lost myself. i felt as if i didn’t know who i was anymore and there weren’t simple moments between us anymore. we weren’t worried about the things that brought us together, we only focused on the things that pushed us apart. it felt like we wanted to fight more than just to love one another. i so desperately wanted that person with me forever. he was my bestfriend. i could talk to him about anything and everything, and there wasn’t a single person on this planet that knew me better than he did. but things don’t work out sometimes, and you have to accept and move on. although he is not in my life anymore and i have found someone knew, he exists deeply in my memory. we shouldn’t view ex companions as bad people, we should speak kindly of them and let people know the impact they once had on us, because they most likely helped shape the person you are today. i am thankful for my past, and hopeful about my future.
You people misunderstand me. You call me “Satan” and “Devil” but…do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that he betrayed me – punished me. Just as he’s punished you. After all, how could God stand ideally by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick – either, he’s sadistic…or he simply doesn’t care.