10 Advices for myself : 1. Be kind. But not too kind. 2. If you feel you’ve been hurt, you’re hurt. Period. No one else is allowed to tell you how much you’re allowed to hurt. 3. Make the blame. But also take the blame. 4. People are gonna call you, “Crazy” and “Weird” and “Mad” for doing your own thing. Take the compliment. 5. Everyone’s first priority is their own selves. So put yourself first no matter what. 6. If you like that notebook, buy it. So what if you have more than enough empty pages back home? More the merrier. 7. Write. Draw. Sing. Dance. Act. Cry. Laugh. Curse. Do whatever the fuck you want. So long as it doesn’t affect them, no one has the right to complain against it. 8. The world is full of hypocrites. You may even find one in the mirror at times. But it’s alright. 9. Whatever you do, don’t put reins on your dreams. Dreams are the only highways with an infinite horizon that holds the impossible. 10. Laugh. Keep laughing. Happy is your best look.
beingjustlittlered, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself (via wnq-writers)
Kisses in the moonlight For at dawn we must part. The Sun is an envious fellow, But you still have my heart. Never will the Sun catch me, I promise, my dear star. I’ll run and hide when he comes out, But I swear, Ill never be far. But at dusk, I’ll come out and kiss you in the moonlight. The Sun may wait to catch me, But for you, I will always fight.
Midnight Lovers // Kitten Quinn (via kittenqu)
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I love this
[Kisses that are sweet Are an exotic treat. Lips that are bitter Are stained with cheap liquor.]
Favourite part of my new room 😊
In the dark
I see your eyes glowing.
Swaying slightly
But never showing
The features of your face
Must be truly terrifying
For shadow to be your home
And further verifying
The paralysing fear
That runs through me
Whenever you are near.
My eyes hurt
Because I’m scared to blink.
Swallowing against my dry throat,
You’re here to harm me, I think.
A tear escapes
As I silently weep.
Please go away, Shadow Man
I want to go to sleep.
~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks
(Day Eight of Spooky Story Month)
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Stop what you’re doing right now and go write 3 sentences of your story.
Every time you see this, write 3 lines.
Reblog so other writers will do the same, let’s finish these damn stories.
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the thing about her, is that she was happy alone. everyone around her was looking for a connection and something to grasp onto, but she was happy being free. she was happy being unchained, happy with no pressure of connections and love. all the love she needed was within herself, and everybody else was just a distraction from everything she was trying to achieve. she understood herself more than anyone else understood her, and that was the most beautiful thing about her.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
I’m always a little too much for people to handle. A little too sad or a little too overbearing or maybe even a little too annoying. I’m always too much. But I was always too little for the only person I ever really loved and that really screws me up inside. I was never enough.
JSM (via wnq-writers)