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artists.

the writer. messy notebooks, messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms. night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.

the poet. quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas, struggling to find the right words. not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly. wishing to be enough, someday.

the painter. failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.

the performer. loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything. rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.

After meeting you I just don’t think there will be any other. A part of me will never be whole again. I picked up your habits, good and bad. Phrases you said became a part of me and I find myself using them in sentences. I memorized the lyrics of all your favorite songs and I catch myself singing them randomly. I smell of your scent every once in a while and I cannot help but wonder where you are, and if you are thinking of me as well. I close my eyes and all I see is you. You are in every part of me, consuming me.
Writing Living, Breathing Characters

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon

Sometimes this is the easiest skill to forget! I find when talking to other writers about this, it is especially muddled when writing fan fiction - though there’s a lot more thought that has to go into previously established characters constructed by someone else in writing them and making them still feel real - mostly because it’s harder to know “everything” about them. Anyway, I am going to talk today about how lately I’ve been going about the process of writing characters.

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I wanted to grab my phone and call him.” she stared at the photo she’s been holding for hours. She’s talking to her best friend, telling her about all the things she had been feeling these past few days. It had been a silent week for her. A week of gloomy days and drizzles from the grayish skies. A week of starless night and moonless sleep. A week of feelings she can’t truly describe.“ I don’t know the exact reason why I’m saying this to you. But I really wanted to talk to him. I need to hear his voice. I need to know that he’s doing fine. I need him to tell me that everything is going to be all right. I don’t know but now I feel that maybe, I need to hear it directly from him. Maybe he should tell me that he’s not coming back. That he’s going to avoid me forever even if we happen to cross each other’s path again in the future. Maybe he should tell me that everything is going to change and I can’t do anything about it. That I can’t make the impossible things happen, the way I wanted them to. I know he said it already, but maybe I need to hear it again and again, until it knocked me back to my senses. Until I believed that it was real. Until I believed that it was not just the scariest nightmare I’ve been through. Maybe someone needs to remind me that I need to finally loosen my grip to this photograph of him. That he’s no longer happy to be with me. That I need to finally let him go. For real.
—  ma.c.a // Tell me, You’re no longer mine
You’re not a stupid or a failure, you’re learning. It’s okay to fail, but you have to fail forward. You will feel tired all the time, you must learn when to rest and how to live a healthy life. Master the art of time management. Guard your heart. Never blame others for your mistakes. And lastly, if you feel you’re not growing anymore, it’s okay to let go and be ready for your next adventure.
—  E.J. Cenita
I think one of the cruelest thing the universe can do, is put the person you love more than anything in your life, but always keeping them just a breath out of your grasp.
—  melindacarolinee
Character Names in Fantasy

Anonymous asked: “I’ve been making my names for my main characters, but should I have a balance of ‘normal’ names and unusual? It is fantasy, so would I be able to have many made-up names?”

When naming characters in fantasy, while you do want the names of your characters to fit in with the world, you still want to strike a balance between belonging and memorable. Memorable in this case means, not out there and otherworldly, but easy to pronounce and recognize within the story.

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It’s always been hard to see the spaces between us– spaces that has never filled with love but the emptiness of distance that will never pull us closer. It’s never easy to love you from afar. I always wonder myself if will there be a time that we can call ourself “us”? Or we’re forever be just “you and me”? I never had you and I know I will never have you, to the point that my feelings for you will fade unnoticed and unseen but I know you love me, that we love each other but in our own ways; mine is loving you selflessly and yours is loving me with boundaries and limitations because you never see me as a lover– because your heart beats for someone else– because just simply because you don’t love me the way that I want you to love me. You are the angel, I’m the demon; and reality is blocking our way to each other– reality that angels and devils are not supposed to be together. Just like how the sun chases the moon because they never had a chance to be together because they were not meant to each other. And if ever one day you will think of me; I don’t want you to remember me as a girl who fell in love with you and walked away because you didn’t love her back. I want you to remember me when everyone’s gone and you’d tell to yourself, if I was still there I’m that person who you can talk to anytime.
—  L., Spaces Between Us
love is deep. it is lust, that is shallow.
—  random thoughts//nikitagupta
I didn’t expect you to wait for me. I didn’t expect you to be mine, when I couldn’t be yours back. I expected you to move on, I was waiting for it. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much when you did…
—  You can’t prepare for that feeling