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my writing is characterised by an extreme inabilty to come up with an original idea.

If you’re feeling down or anxious today, you can pretend you’re in my room with me. It’s raining outside but its cozy in here. I’m at my desk writing, you can lay on the bed and read or take the arm chair. It’s really comfy and I have extra blankets if you’re cold. You want to borrow a hoodie? You want hot chocolate? You can look through my vinyl collection or watch a movie. If you want to talk, I’ll put my writing away. Or you can just sit quietly. Whatever you want to do, just know that you’re safe here. You can stay as long as you want and you can always come back. Everything is going to be okay x

“Even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. It is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist.”

― Hayao Miyazaki

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

how sad it is, to one day realise, you have become distant. like the tide ebbing away, all that you loved has been taken into the depths of the sea.

i want ads to feel pain when i skip them btw

100 good questions to ask your friends at 4:02 am when you can’t sleep (can also function as an asks list)

Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance?

Do you mourn for a place or person you’ve never known?

Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

Do you place any value in gender roles?

Do you have to be related to be family?

Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones?

Are you in love? Do you want to be?

Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation?

Would you be happy with a life without romance? 

Are you always going to be a little in love with somebody?

Would you change your appearance if you could?

Do you have the feeling you’ve lost something you might have had in another life - whether it be a person, a place, a world, a language, etc.?

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Would you want to be reincarnated?

Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both?

Do theoretical ethical debates have any value? Is it important people discuss ethical dilemmas, e.g. the trolley problem?

Did you have imaginary friends? Do you still have them?

Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’?

If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why?

Do you want a grand adventure?

Do you have somebody, whether it be a friend or stranger, who you think you could have loved if the circumstances were different?

How long does it take you to fall in love with somebody?Is the sensation of ‘falling in love’ or ‘being in love’ better?

Is love about convenience or something more? Can it be about both?

Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality?

How fluid is your concept of gender and sexuality?

What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

Are you afraid of growing old?

Would you want to live forever? How about for a billion years, a million, a millennium, a century?

Do you believe in some form of god/s?

Are your choices fated or of your own free will?

Do you have a hunch about how you’re going to die?

Do you believe in star signs?

How old do you have to be to be considered an adult?

Was your childhood happy?

What are you missing from your life?

Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along?

Do opposites attract?

Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago?

Do you know what you want out of life?

What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?

What fundamentally matters do you?

Is freewill an illusion?

Do you create art? How do you define art?

How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for?

Is true world peace ever possible?

Do you have to suffer to truly understand the human condition? What is the human condition? How can you really experience it?

Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free?

Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others?

What do you expect from a friend or partner?

What question could you ask to find out the most about a person?

Do you justify all your beliefs or have you just inherited/absorbed some?

Which beliefs do you have that is most likely to be wrong?

Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?

Is a conscious what makes someone a person?

What do you think about artificial intelligence?

Do you thinks humans are obsessed with escapism (books, video games, movies, etc.)? Are you looking for an escape? Do you think that’s a bad thing?

Are we eventually going to ‘run out’ of new combinations for music, art, language, etc.? Is there a limit to human creativity?

What do you think the next era of music will be like?

What do you think the next era of fashion will be like?

Do we live in tumultuous times, or do they just seem so strange because we’re living in them?

Would you want to meet a clone of yourself? Would you like them?

How confident are you, really?

How consistent is your perception of time?

What age should people be allowed to vote? Should children and teenagers be allowed to vote?

How do you feel about the idea ‘an eye for an eye’?

What’s the worse thing a person can be?

How do you feel about monogamy?

Can you be in love with someone and still fall in love with someone else?

What’s the tragedy of your life?

Would your life make a good play?

Should people be prosecuted for crimes that weren’t considered crimes at the time?

Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation?

Do you believe in gender equality in every aspect?

Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent?

Do you crave approval and/or praise?

Is there comedy in all tragedy and tragedy in all comedy?

Are you ever going to be satisfied?

When you are sad, do you listen to music that conveys your emotions or music that makes you happy?

Is your music organised by mood or sensation or do you just listen to everything at any time?

Would you marry a friend if they needed you to (e.g. for citizenship)?

Are you a deep person?

Given the chance to live your life on Mars, with no hope of returning to Earth but with the promise of scientific discovery and glory, would you take it?

Are you who people think you are?

Do you think you would be happier if you had been born a different gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity, nationality or religion?

What’s your toxic trait? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it?

Do you anger easily?

Are you a jealous person?

If you lost all your memories, would you have the same personality?

Given the chance to reset your life (with none of the knowledge you currently have), would you take it?

Is hate as strong as love? Who do you hate?

Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn?

Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

How would you describe yourself when you love? Do you love forcefully, unconditionally, gently, quietly, desperately?

Is unrequited love real love?

Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

Are you overly analytical?

Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation?

Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious?

What belief do you have that isn’t logically grounded, but you still firmly believe in?

The world is wearying but // We can steal these moments

From Dusk Till Dawn

Rising and setting, back to back

Sunrises and sunsets, two sides of a coin

One watches the world awaken with a “hello”

The other says “goodbye” to the world as it slumbers

A gentle touch of pink,

Spreading across a dull blue sky,

The sun peeps over the horizon,

A glowing gold, shifting across the sky,

Hello, hello

Watching the sun rise from a dormitory roof,

Taking pictures of the quiet world,

A happy memory of the dawn,

Violet shades and periwinkle colours,

Fade away into brighter flames,

Orange, red, pink; set sparks to the west,

The flames are chased by night-time colours,

Goodbye, goodbye,

Gazing into the sunset,

Relaxing, breathing, unwinding,

A new photo added to the album,

Meetings and partings, two sides of a coin

Back to back, the new page uncovered,

Many reunions and blessed memories,

Stored in this little sunrise and little sunset.

- Shinkai

Out of context things from a collaborative quote book

“Motivation but no inspiration is my constant state of being”

“WEEE”

“Shhh stop calling me out. The theatrics outweigh the need for realism”

Hacker voice: I’m in. Keyboard noises w/ intense music

“aaaaaaa weeeeee”

“Then stop drinking when I’m making jokes “ Two mins later.  “i have drawn a very awkward looking frog”

“There has to be someone as straight as a metal ruler tho right?”

“Because wooden rulers, they can bend. They have so many dents in them”

“No relationship, only garlic bread and dragons.”

“Yep brain hurty”

“Oof rip. I would give you some of the cardboard if i could but I don’t entirely want to cut it in half”

“We’re doing something illegal”

“My chin is sharp thank you”

“Then kill them first, simple”

“Then they can’t kill you because THEY’RE ALREADY DEAD”

“Vampire Dude Bro?!”

“THERE’S MORE?!”

“He’s favorite movie is Gnomeo and Juliet change my mind. (in squeaky voice) “Yes! Oh my god! Representation!””

“He’s weighs the same though, so like you can punt him like in American football”

“Let’s just change it to yeetable though because I don’t know American football ok?!”

“Australian football is so much tougher than American football i mean, we literally THROW each other to the ground”

“I’m not going up, going down to hell”

“I’m leveling down I think”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me it’s a good book”

“I NEED MY BRAINCELL FRIEND!”

“Vampire Dude Bro?!”

“Cheeseheads?” *mega look of confoosion*

“Bro you only realised that now?”

“Oh man this is going to be so controversial”

“Confoosion? Confusion? Confosion?”

0.017

(Simply the start of a story I'm working on)

Prologue: Collected Miscellany

Pre-reading Note: This prologue has been written by C.X.K.

C.X.K's Note: So closes the setting of reality and so does the spider weave its webs of lies. For those who can see, they will know that The Truth is twisted, they will know about the Web of Lies. History be twisted, truth be changed and above all reality is what I manipulate it to be.

Erayith, home to the two major nations, whereover Gods extend their rule over the nations and protect their peoples using the power bestowed upon them. In the perpetual meantime of an eternity under the sheltered world lying under the watchful eyes of the gods, most eagerly live, without dreaming. Ambition is the driving force, but without dreaming nothing is achievable. In the cyclical lives of the mundane, people could afford to live a fruitless life. Chasing nothing but the butterflies of what they call hope and faith.

Co-existing, living together, Erayith was such a place. Special like no other world as it was capable of housing many lifeforms, dimensions could exist unimpeded, hidden amongst the mortals of the waking world. In the world, spectacular phenomena often happen; spellcasting and magic. The ability to create the supernatural and the unreal, the very allowance for these to be able to manifest in the world was all part of gods’ imposed laws. The humans named this mystical working, giving it the name of maegenic.

Those humans, just like all other humans, lived by the settlement they were confined to, chained to the toiling ground that they first set foot on. But not all of them are bound in such a way; there grew those who dare to wander the lands. The Wayfarers who see themselves praised and admired throughout the lands, yet alone without ally as they explore the uncharted lands, alone. Like travellers, the Wayfarers do not live long in one place, instead moving from one place to another. Yet this constant nomadic lifestyle can be appreciated by the crowd but only a minority can transition from typical lifestyles to this. Such is the same with maegenic, the majority of people possess maegenic in some shape or form, but only a select few may learn to wield maegenic.

Even fewer may seek to understand its profound secrets, to dissect and truly unlock the truth of the world Erayith. For it is thought that maegenic holds the key; the ultimatum to unlocking what Erayith hides. But really, who can ascertain for sure what maegenic truly is? When asked, all that The Gods said was: “Defying fate and changing reality, those wishes ascertain an answer: maegenic. That which creates transformation, changes that which is unideal and corrects the erroneous faults of the imperfect.”

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

people with bad taste are always like “yurr hurr The Beach is about zuko and mai and how they’re a great couple” while intellectuals know that Actually The Beach is about mining any and all of the untapped friendship potential of this striking exchange

:’)

to whoever needs this right now…

your comfort character is so damn proud of you and the person you’ve become.

your comfort character would choose you first. no matter the circumstances.

your comfort character would drop everything to help you when you’re feeling sad, unloved or lonely.

your comfort character would walk to the ends of the earth if it meant seeing you happy.

your comfort character thinks you are the most stunning person in the universe. that new outfit you don’t think you look good in? they’d fight you just to prove just the opposite, to prove how beautiful/handsome/attractive you are - inside and out.

your comfort character can’t help but look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

your comfort character is always there if you need to get away. bad home life? they’ve got you. friend troubles? they’re on their way as we speak. just having a rough day? not to worry, they’re here to calm you down.

your comfort character always listens to what you have to say. they’d yell for everyone to shut up so you could have your turn to talk, no matter the topic.

your comfort character never lets you walk behind everyone on the sidewalk. they’re right beside you, always.

your comfort character loves you more than anything in this world. they think you’re the strongest person they’ve ever met, and hope that you always keep fighting.

Farewell online privacy

when boys are listening to you - the look of concentration on their faces

when boys are so excited to show you something 

when boys trust you enough to be vunerable around you

sharing secrets

when they lower their voice just to talk to you

slowing down when walking to match the speed you’re walking at

when they smile!!

Okay okay, but you know that tender, quiet and sweet ONE side of boys that you never really get to see. Esp in the very energetic ones, when they are just daydreaming or when they are calm and quiet, thinking about things (who knows what tbh) and then like just staring off into space and like askfjsahglk awwww 

this has been said but BOYS SINGING!!! 

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

just wait until the aliens learn about dodgeball.

There’s a Humans are weird/space fae, Earth is Space AU post where aliens freak out over humans ability to throw.

An awesome post and yes sportsball would be great to show them but…

Frisbee, Juggling, Pizza dough throwing competitions, Bar acrobatic bottle juggling, Fish throwers at Pikes place Market.

Newsies as MORE stupid things my friends and I did in college

Finch: WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?

Elmer: It’s a choice that benefits me, I don’t see what your problem is.

Albert: But if you do that he’s going to win???

Elmer: Not necessarily! He’s not going to win immediately, so it’s not like the rest of us don’t have a chance. And I’m making a choice that gives me a chance to win. Isn’t that how you play the game?

Finch: No, you’re helping him win!!!

Elmer: It’s a mutually beneficial move! Is that not how you play?

Albert: You don’t make moves that will help someone else win!

Elmer: I’m just worried about myself! I’m trying to help myself win!

Finch: But you’re helping him!!!

Elmer: I don’t care!!!

Race: Hey, I’m not complaining here.

Albert: You don’t get a say here! You’re already winning, and this is basically going to seal your victory!

Elmer: Guys, it’s just a game.

Finch: BUT YOU’RE HELPING HIM WIN!!!

Crutchie: See, this is why I don’t play Monopoly.

Elmer: Yeah, I think I’m done...

*****

Mush: *has a silent panic attack for almost an hour in creative writing class during a stream-of-consciousness writing exercise in a dark room with intense music*

*****

((After knowing each other for less than two weeks))

Elmer: Hey, JoJo?

JoJo: Yeah?

Elmer: You know how I watched an episode of Supernatural with some of the guys earlier?

JoJo: ... Yeah?

Elmer: Um... So now I’m really scared with the lights off. Can, uh... Can I sleep on the floor next to your bed?

JoJo: ...

JoJo: I guess...

*****

Finch: *walks half of the way from the dining hall to the dorm doing a C-3P0 walk and impression*

*****

Elmer: *catches a glimpse of a fake coyote out of the corner of his eye and scares himself*

*****

Jack: Hey, watch this. *Plays Star Wars theme song*

((thirty seconds later, there’s a knock on the bathroom door between rooms))

Davey: Come in!

Elmer: *pokes head into room* Are you guys watching Star Wars?

*****

Crutchie: *walking down the hall from the laundry room*

JoJo, Mike, and Ike: *sitting in the hall working on homework/studying*

JoJo: *looks up from textbook* What’s that noise?

Mike: What noise?

Ike: That clicking noise? Yeah, what is it?

Mike: Crutchie, is that you?

Crutchie: Oh... yeah... I creak when I walk.

in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when it’s hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you it’s wrong simply because it is the law, and they don’t make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.

 But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel… impolite? You can’t fucking shoot a man when he’s sleeping, that’s just fucking rude. It’s just not the right thing to do.

 Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldn’t kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didn’t kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.

 In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.

 Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally “self”. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.

 One’s waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bear’s soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for “hibernation” in finnish, one of which is talviuni, “winter sleep”, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.

and this fellas, is why I haven’t given up on humanity yet

“what if, LOTR but little animated animals.” by jessica a. m

hedonism is good actually rich people just suck at it

I feel so old watching them grow up ...

Happy first birthday Knife-Wielding Tentacle..👍

writer: this is one of my male characters! he cares about his guy friends and loves them deeply.

tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!

writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.

tumblr: ….so he’s bi!

writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.

tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.

writer:

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend. Someone who changes your life just by being part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop. Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. This is forever friendship. When you’re down and the world seems dark and empty, your forever friend lifts you up in spirit and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times an dthe confused times. If you turn and walk away, your forever friend follows. If you lose your way, your forever friend guides you and cheers you on. Your forever friend hold your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay. And if you find such a friend, you feel happy and complete because you need not worry. You have a forever friend, and forever has no end.

(via letsmakebabies999-blog)

this is something EVERYONE has to reblog.

I have so much to talk about and I need to let out my sadness and happiness but there is just no one who listens. No one who really cares. No one I can go to. It‘s a horrible feeling and really depressing. How does it feel to have someone on their side? To have someone who thinks about you? I forgot. I don‘t know anymore.

(-deepthoughtsvibes)

It's a tough world, but at least I have you. At least you are my bestfriend

Let’s try this 

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box