Hi

I hope writers realize that were not here to

Impress anyone

Make people like us

We're not even here to write well

We're here to finish the book

And not be historically accurate or use the correct word for it

I hope we writers know you can overexplain something and then remember the short word that summarises the 3 pages once u publish the book

This is for all teenage, rupi kaur 'cringey' writers as well. (I dont like u but u deserve a place on this earth aswell)

Can u guys start putting insanely good books and photoshopping my name on it (hana malik) so together we can create awareness about me as an author (haven't even written my first book)

Help a girl out I'll give u a cookie

And pls gimme more ideas

Tumblr has so much potential 😬 it's kind of sad

Nature within her Palms

"This one's for the leaves." She says, while squeezing out a warm orange on her thumb.

As she's scraping the dry colour off and onto the canvas, I notice her reach for the trembling, paper thin tube- The lukewarm Green. This paint- no, nature on her hands: it's blooming.

"Weird way to paint, no?" she chuckles.

This barren colour grow's ever so full of life on her tan hands, it could call it home.

She's speaking but god, how I can only stare.

I hope someday, I can, too.

-hana💋

Despite it all I will live. Life wants to fuck me over? I will live fucking despite it. Pushes me around beyond my breaking point and further? I will live despite it.

Even though something is clawing at my insides, even though I realize how intolerable my pain is when I sit down and let everything sink in, even though the cookies I tried to bake tasted like frozen butter, even though dad hurt me again and mom didn't quite understand again,

I'm going to go on despite.

Why?

Because one thing bigger than my self-pity is my ego. And I am playing the most egotistical game with life.

And I will win. (Also my cat is rlly cute she makes me want to live)

"He wraps my fingers around the knife.

he's so close.

The only barrier between us is this pointed silver weapon.

He whispers softly, inches away from my lips— "Kill or kiss."

He moves even more forward, if that is possible. His breathy words are hush of air on my lips "-the choice is yours."

My heart is hammering in my chest. His eyes hold mine captive, not leaving for a second.

He stares at me, so desperate—

I press the tip of the knife into his throat.

My shadow casts over him as his knees grow weaker, eventually sitting him on top of the bed. Thighs find themselves on either side of him.

Blood trickles where I've pressed the knife.

My lips brush his and I feel the electricity dominating his nerves. I do not flinch when I speak.

"Why not both?"

—Hana Malik

Would you read? Written when I was 12 so I'm considering dropping it.

“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”

— Tunisian Proverb

How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk

“Do not lose hope. Please believe there are a thousand beautiful things waiting for you.”

— Unknown

That line from "because this is my first life" that goes like - 'Love is a Privilege in Marriage'.

Yea. That line.