FDR State Park, Pine Mountai, Georgia
If the writers of your favorite media (books, movies, etc) let their self-doubt stop them, your favorite media would not exist right now.
You wouldn't be able to laugh at that stupid joke the dad character said.
You wouldn't be able to cry at that really intense death scene.
You wouldn't be able to curse the name of the writer but secretly be happy when it turns out the character was alive the whole time.
Don't do that to your readers... to yourself. You deserve to feel the pride and excitement of reaching your goal and of making yourself laugh, cry and curse your own name.
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Happy birthday Sam may 2
I understand I'm left-handed, and we have the most fun when we're head-to-head playing 'doctor,' but I promise you my heart is, and always has been in the right place, and so I keep fighting for the things that matter the most to me no matter how hard it looks or how tough it ever gets, to fight for this love is a fight for life itself and joy, all good things, -the bad is some other day's art, and the moments between you and I are a core memoria, always building upon themselves, twisting and turning, and chasing the flooding lights, but only getting stronger now like a giant beanstalk and how troubling it can be to live a life built upon acquiring things :/ alas.. perhaps I am just in need of breathing good, natural, and open atmosphere, instead of this canned crap whatzitcalled? Ol'hair air, gnarly name when trees make that goodness free of charge, & makes me wonder, really -how many other early am infomercials and other commoditization schemes out there are there siphoning, tempting, and hindering individual prosperity through hocking things that no one else already seemed to want to buy.. among other scamtastic pyramid adverts passing the buck in the pursuit of happiness, and so I'm rambling again dreaming of small town fairytale things while your music fill my halls and you voice brilliantly rings through the air itself like the wing beats of all manner of flitting humminbirds, proud eagles, and soundlessly-serene doves rushing wings, because it's still the daytime and I'm flying everywhere I go in this living dream, shared tandem stepping, still worlds apart, interlacing fingers anyway through dimensional backdoors and gliding side-by-side, roller-skating top speed, top gear, top gun, and knowing the difference between the happy and the sad messages granted by every tear, we make to others, and whom make them towards us, whether we are receptive or compatible there are just some who wrong tree will always find their bark, squirrels growing weaponized, military even in sheer defense if their homes constantly under siege from the fear of a nine with an equally tenable spark, so it all it takes is an 18 in blackjack to beat the dealer, then that's alright with me, I'll stay right here as I please, and thank you, there are parts of me incapable of otherwise greeting the warmest light of day,
Still, what's a little self sacrifice, more than the simplicity of a sneeze, or the bloody shedding of expired tissue as a natural and normal part of carrying woman's torch in the partnership that has kept humanity alive and well for countless generations? What else then must we do to prove our fealty to this love, finding the time and the rhyme, and comedically denouncing thorns like 'rule of thumb' boondock-saint-style, and gelling together something even wilder than two brothers like that on screen could ever even remotely catch air.
Alas.. I'm rambling now. I miss you though. Like all the sheer gravity of our impending future is picking up the pace in reverse of the streaming of time itself running off with your dishes and spoons, the tachyonic pulse drawing me forward all the same, while simultaneously also giving me the option at every step to opt out, stealing more of our time that could be, but creating the vaccum too to allow me to reaffirm everytime just how much I would, for you, opt-in.
My blog is one today!!
I honestly can't believe it's been a year!! I've met some really lovely people, and you've all been really supportive thank you so much!! ❤🥺
@electronicgentlemencrusade @p2q3r4 @moonchildsmoon @the-purple-string @simple-fanart you have all been so lovely, and supportive and sometimes you even read my half-baked rants in the tags 😂 I seriously appreciate you all so much!! Ily! 🥺🥺❤
oh gosh has it really been so long???