his name is a bitter candle i burn in october
his name is a bitter candle i burn in october
It wasn’t love at first sight, it was loneliness recognizing itself, sleep on the wings of a leftover prayer. every breath I draw in and out says I’m here, wanting you, and that’s enough to write I love you across every empty church pew in my heart. and I know you’ll only get more beautiful to me for who you are, and how you love, but there’s a knot in my stomach the size of you. I hope you’re my first last kiss because I’m tired of warm bodies with cold hearts - this is the exact love I never thought I’d have.
Maunya rindu terus ketemu, tapi yang ada rindu terus diratapi emang dia siapa aku?
The ritual was failing, but it wasn’t anything that a bit of elbow grease couldn’t fix. So long as we remember to throw the rest of the elbow in with it, and maybe a couple of fingers for good measure, we should be fine.
that feel when you learn you had a relative that was a writer in the 1920s, and he worked with languages as well. He had some problems with the government and nobody understood how he died then. he was very young.
okay probably now I realize how I got this writing crack.
tumblr users: “where’s all the content at? why is there never any new stuff?”
also tumblr users: *no reblog!! only like!*
Jokes aside, this isn’t meant to guilt trip anyone into reblogging every single thing that comes across their dash, but by now you guys have to realize that if you only ever hit the like on your favorite creator’s content, they’re going to think people don’t like their stuff and stop posting because no one ever reblogs or sees it.
It’s like people here have forgotten that tumblr is literally run on reblogging to share content. Sure, give likes, creators do appreciate them, but that’s not how this site was designed to work. Yeah, likes get you notes and that helps a bit to appear in search, but reblogs spread the post way better because most of us spend our time going through our dashboards, and that’s where we see stuff and where 95% of stuff get’s reblogged from.
If you only hit like on stuff and never reblog, that means no one else is going to see that content across their dash and the creation just dies in your hoard of likes.
Creators post the content you love on here for free, the least we could do is help them out by reblogging the stuff we love to share it with others, and really what’s the point of this site if nobody actually shares anything?
Bring back reblog culture in 2020.
(meme inspired from @cupcakelogic‘s original “no take, only throw” dog)
— Titriyorsun, üşüyor musun?
— Bilmiyorum. Kalbimle ilgili bir şey herhâlde.
Veronika Ölmek İstiyor Paulo Coelho
Okay folks! In about 24 hours I’m going to post the first chapter of To be blind when you’re born on my AO3. This will be an ongoing longfic, with each chapter being 8-12k words, posted probably every fortnight (or whenever I have at least two more chapters already drafted).
Containing a lot of young idiot kittens waltzing around learning about life in London of 1939, oblivious to what’s going to happen later on in that year (what do you mean, those sirens and lights in the sky are not Macavity?).
this chapter also featuring such moments of high drama as:
some very wise and sensible characters who totally know who they are and where they’re going in life
and foreshadowing of some terrifying and formidable enemies for our heroes to face in time
And also, of course, Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer merrily swapping bodies all the time because they are little brats who like to confuse people.
If that is your kind of thing, stay tuned!
Çok yorgunum, ama uyumak istemiyorum. Yapacağım çok şey var, hayatın sonsuza dek süreceğini sandığım günlerde hep ertelediğim şeyler bunlar, sonra hayatın yaşanmaya değmeyeceğine inanmaya başlayınca da unuttuğum.
Veronika Ölmek İstiyor, Paulo Coelho
So the last time I posted, I said that I posted 9 chapters in one week. Not bad, huh? Well, another week has passed and I posted another 9 chapters, which means I have posted 18 chapters in a span of 2 weeks. I’m going all in 2020.submitted by /u/MySonicFan
realising that i don’t know how to write from poe dameron’s POV ,, interesting, and not ideal
My suffering bears no price tag.
What I thought would calm my nerves and bring me peace has made me feel anxious and numb. Not numb- numb would feel like a sandy weight in my arms… I don’t know if it’s disappointment that the process is over or that I feel that it’s not going to get the reaction I hoped for. I feel so unfulfilled. I feel that my project is a disappointment and that no one will want to understand or that I will be labeled as a hack. I poured as much of myself that I could into this without losing myself. If I went head first I would have ended up back in my bed praying for everything to be over.
I’m outing myself