My Heart Is Torn In Several Directions. The Stitches Which Held Me Together Once Before

The problem is, when I try to write spicy scenes in my stories I start to get shy for the characters.

*tries to type while looking away*

And a chicken nugget

Have you lived?

Have you loved?

Have you felt the burning of passion or heard the softness of a lullaby?

Have you ridden a bike, felt the wind in your hair?

Have you laughed so hard your belly ached? Have you shared that laugh with a friend?

If you've ever helped someone,

If you've ever been brave when you were afraid,

If you choose every single day, to be better than you were yesterday,

I don't care what the world says.

You've done something.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

I can't believe I just posted my last post BEFORE LUNCHTIME😭

(except maybe a lil)

BE THE PERSON YOU WANT TO BE NOW.

Wear the clothes. Make the moves. Accept the responsibility.

Some people will say, "but I'm just a nobody, it doesn't matter what i do."

Yes it does.

History has its eyes on us all.

We all have the power to influence others with the way we live and the choices we make. To say that you don't matter is to lie to yourself and live in a delusion. It's not simply unkind or untrue.

If you want to have an empire,

BE AN EMPRESS.

Behold, a spiral of insanity

EXACTLY 👏 💯

But get tf away from me if you wanna talk abt "daddy" and "kitten." I'm sorry I just cant😭😭😭

Also, no Aaron is not a sexy name to me. Aaron got me thinking about parting the red sea and -- wAit...

(Lmao jk, still not sexy)

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

We are connected to eachother through legend and myth.

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

–Jonathan Gottshall

Please take care of my darling for me, old world of ours. Please give more smiles than scraped knees. Good tears, and dancing, and rainbow lights scattered along the ceiling. Give dappled sunlight beneath leaves of whispering green. Give windows-down nights and wind through dancing hair. My darling belongs to the sunrise and the star speckled sky. Be kind to my darling, dear old life of ours.

-from me to you🧸

Iiiiiii want a moment to be real,

wanna touch things i don't feel,

wanna hold on

and feeeeeel i belong.

How can the world want me to change?

They're the ones that stay the same.

They can't see me

but I'm still here.