i like a lot of music. you could say i’m. polyjammerous. mayhaps even. genrefluid
help what-
Not even the gods can help you with that, brother
I love this so much-
PRECIOUS :P
Theres this possum that comes into my backyard sometimes but I haven't seen him in ages and then magically he came back last night and jumpscared the bejeezus out of me
AND TONIGHT HE CAME BACK, BUT SO DID THIS RANDOM CAT?!?!??
And as I am typing this, said cat is currently up a tree with said possum, fighting most likely, and I can't do anything about it other than throw rocks at the fence to make a noise and scare them off. My poor rabbit Braveheart is trying to get back to his hutch next to the tree the cat and possum are stuck in, and because of those animals he won't go anywhere near it so now I have a rabbit, a possum and a cat loose in my backyard
animal chaos guys
IM SORRY WHAT
im literally a woman and I didn't pick up half of these mannerisms n things omg
well new writing guide is here guys
➤ Who’s Tired of Being Talked Over
You ever watch someone hold in a scream behind their teeth? That’s her, constantly.
✧ She starts choosing her words like landmines. Each one is sharp, controlled, and timed like a threat. She’s learned that being polite won’t get her listened to, but sounding like you might flip a table will. ✧ She’s mastered the art of the silence that feels loud. Doesn’t fill awkward gaps. Just lets the discomfort sit in the air like smoke. ✧ She explains things with forced calm, the kind that sounds like a teacher asking a second-grade class why the hamster is missing. ✧ She notices interruptions like bruises. She doesn’t react to them anymore, not out loud. But you can bet she counts them. ✧ She repeats herself less. Not because they understood her the first time. Because they never listened anyway. ✧ She’s learned how to weaponize eye contact. Not in a sexy way. In a “I will set this boardroom on fire with my mind” way. ✧ Her voice only shakes when she’s deciding if it’s worth the explosion.
➤ Who’s Been Called ‘Too Much’ Her Whole Life
She isn’t too much. She’s just tired of shrinking for people who were never going to make room anyway.
✧ She says the thing you’re not supposed to say. Then stares at you to see what you’ll do with it. ✧ She’s loud with her laugh, loud with her grief, loud with her love, because if she’s going to be punished for being “extra,” she might as well be honest about it. ✧ She over-explains. Over-apologizes. Then catches herself and stops halfway through the sentence. ✧ She tries to “tone it down” and ends up sounding like a censored version of herself, bland, miserable, unfinished. ✧ She edits her texts four times, deletes the paragraph, sends “haha ok :)” instead. ✧ She keeps her hands busy because otherwise they’d be doing something reckless. ✧ She overcompensates with sarcasm and then goes home and wonders if everyone hates her. ✧ She’s loved fiercely. Regretted it more fiercely. ✧ She walks into a room like she owns it, and then spends the entire time wondering if she should have stayed home.
➤ Who Wants to Be Soft but Doesn’t Feel Safe
She's gentle, but that gentleness lives under twenty layers of armor. And most people never even get past the first. ✧ She’s careful with her compliments, she knows how people weaponize kindness. ✧ She keeps her vulnerability behind locked doors and guards them with jokes, sarcasm, and “I’m just tired.” ✧ She’ll comfort others like she was born to do it, but flinch if someone offers her the same. ✧ She avoids mirrors on bad days. Eye contact on good ones. ✧ She cries where no one can see. Car bathrooms. Locked bedrooms. Grocery store parking lots at night. ✧ She doesn’t ask for help. Not because she doesn’t need it, but because the last time she did, it came with a price. ✧ She’s soft with animals, with children, with strangers, but not herself. Never herself. ✧ She daydreams about being taken care of, then immediately gets mad at herself for wanting something so “weak.” ✧ She wants love, but she’s terrified of being known. Because if someone really saw her? What if they didn’t stay?
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So many people struggle with this, not because they don’t care, but because no one ever really taught them how to see women as people first.
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Love u All!!🖤
@andy-the-depressed expain i don't get it-
PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.
RED: I’m in love with you.
PINK: I have a crush on you.
TURQUOISE: You’re hot.
CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I dislike your page.
YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.
WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.
GREEN: I find you cute.
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I dislike you.
You’re staring at the page. The cursor blinks like it’s taunting you. You want to write—hell, you even know what you want to write about—but it’s like your brain’s frozen. That, my friend, is the all-too-familiar little bitch known as writer’s block.
So, how do you fight it?
Here’s what’s helped me, and maybe it'll help you too.
Seriously. Open a doc and let yourself write the worst possible version of what you’re trying to say. No pressure. No editing. You can always clean it up later. A messy first draft is better than no draft.
Sometimes your brain just needs a different view. Go outside. Sit at a café. Write on your phone instead of your laptop. A small change can trick your brain into feeling inspired again.
Forget structure. Forget plot. Just go full chaos mode. Rant about your characters, the scene, or how much writing sucks today. That little brain dump might lead you to a breakthrough.
A poem. A Tumblr post. A flash fiction piece. Sometimes reading a spark of good writing reminds your brain how fun words can be.
Writer’s block is normal. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It just means your brain’s buffering. Rest, hydrate, and be gentle with yourself. Then try again.
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Writing is weird. Some days it flows like magic, and other days it’s like dragging your soul through the trenches. But if you’re stuck, don't give up on it— the words will come back.
Happy Valentine’s Day Gwynriel lovers!!
Art by kri_stasss, commissioned by me
https://www.instagram.com/kri_stasss_?igsh=Y253bTdzOTJtYmwy
@sjmromanceweek
lol well that was fun
Hey!! Um so I was wondering what the book you're writing is about? From the line in the reblog game, I think it's a murder mystery? Am I right??
HI
Yep it sure is
even tho I’m an Aussie it’s set in America, and it’s about a teenage girl called Tallula (Talli) Lavine, and it opens with her waking up in hospital with amnesia and a stab wound, being told that her sister Bailey was killed and then she tries to solve the murder :)
hi. I heard you liked Gorillaz…. And I was wondering what your favorite album was. Cheers. Hope you have a great day.
AHHHH HI I LOVE PEOPLE WHO ASK ME THINGS
okay so I'm a fairly new fan (but I am a crazy one, wearing a blur shirt and a gorrilaz hoodie over the top right now) so don't judge if it sounds basic or anything idk
but I rlly like demon days (obvi) but I also like the album Gorrilaz
I mean some songs from Plastic Beach are fire but it's not my fav
anyway hope you found that acceptable lol :D
bisexual teen writer, loves reading & music, extroverted theatre kid <3
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