“Well,” she said, letting the ropes fall off her arms. “I’d love to stay and such, but I have things to break, places to vandalize and people to terrorize. Bye!”
-Mod Vienna @see-through-stars
Mutlu aşk yoktur !
Güzel aşkım tatlı aşkım kanayan yaram benim
İçimde taşırım seni yaralı bir kuş gibi…
“Yeah, sorry, I hit every red light on the way here and also a few pedestrians. Things got a little messy, but I made it!”
i love the ‘we fucked once in the quiet of the night because that was the only way we could admit any kind of feeling for each other without having to say those three essential words and its been years since i saw you last and no other relationship ive had since then could come close to that one night and shit, youre so beautiful i need to have you again and i dont know if you still feel the same but you keep looking at me from across the room and i cant breathe’ trope that shit slaps
i’m gonna write something about someone named eleanoras traume one of these days.
If you’re still on the fence about having kids, keep this in mind: sometimes your kids will require you to go to the ER at 3 AM because a lightsaber fight got too intense, and sometimes your middle schooler will accidentally call the forces of darkness upon your home because she’s upset you grounded her.
here’s another for my WIP since I’ll do anything but actually write :))
meet Baylee Montgomery
Well I’m aware so…
Okay, so I have a Wattpad but I haven’t written something since summer. I’m dry on ideas. If anyone has some ideas for me to write, please put some in my ask box. Thank you!
Seek God, not for what He can do, but for who He is. Seek Him for comfort and love. Seek Him for hope and favor. Seek Him for strength and encouragement. Seek Him, for He is all you need. But by being lazy in our faith, we will not receive from God what He wants us to receive if we do not have active faith. Run to the Father and not to the world, Jesus is better.
“Uh, I think I broke the toaster.”
“What makes you say that?”
“It’s on fire.”
Şimdi beni uçurumdan atsan..
Düşene kadar aklımdaki tek şey ; sırtıma değen ellerin olurdu……
Hey, fellow authors and artists alike!
I’ve already made one of these (x) but I went on an unannounced hiatus for a few months and would like to get back in the game of writing :) So, hi, my name is Zoey, I’m 17 years old, and I’m from the lone star state of Texas! My pronouns are she/her and I’m dating my best friend since I was 12.
I started writing when I was around 10 years old to help me get through a really rough time in my life. I would put myself into the character and write them a happy ending; write myself a happy ending.
Most of what I write will be twists on reality, fantasy worlds with magic systems, or post-apocalyptic/post-war fictional stories. There is always at least two or three LGBTQ+ characters in my stories and more often than not, they’re the main character.
My current and main WIP is called Chalk Mountain (x) and it’s sort of a coming of age type story with a heavy theme of magic systems; It is a fictional story based around real life events (just a bit more interesting). It follows Dixie and her journey into discovering the hidden and dying world of magic along with it’s colorful characters and deep secrets of the world we live in. Prophesies, dragons, magical abilities, twisted pasts, and little teacups scurry all over the small town of Chalk Mountain, Texas. Won’t you join her in her story to becoming what she was born for?
The taglist is open for Chalk Mountain, just message/send me an ask and let me know you’d like to be added!
I work on a bunch of random projects as well and will be working on posting those blurbs and short stories soon.
I’d love to follow more writeblr’s! Poets, story tellers, and any artist please reblog this so I can check you out and give you a follow? :) I love making new friends!
I reblog and post about everything that has to do the writing world. Including others works to help give boosts!!
Thanks for reading this far if you did, happy blogging everyone!
A crooked grin spread across the villain’s lips at the sight of their hero standing before them once again.
“Yes,” the hero whispered, without hesitation. Their voice was small and weak, but their heart warmed at the sound of the villain’s voice, tense shoulders slumping in relief as they met the villain’s eyes. “Yes.”
The villain’s face fell into a frown, eyes flicking up and down the hero, taking them in—they were thinner than before, tired and bruised and beaten, their eyes empty and broken—the villain’s heart cracked at the sight of it.
“Come on in, then,” the villain said, voice soft as they stepped aside for the hero. “I’ve missed you too.”