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I forgot that writing is very fun and that you're playing pretend. like all this shit and pressure about craftsmanship and art! NO!!!! you are a grown up playing with dolls! it is silly and you should have sooooo much fun pushing their heads together to make them smooch!!! or torturing them, which is what I did to my toys as a child, to the point where my mom thought I was going to grow up evil

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So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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editing is so fun. I'm learning what the story I wrote is about

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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

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[repeating to myself in the mirror] it is fine to write serviceable workaday sentences. not all of them have to be the God-King of Sentences, beautiful in structure, deft in word choice, gilded in metaphor, etc. sometimes a guy has to get from one side of a room to the other.

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stephen king always understood this; it’s not the monster at the end of the hallway but the person standing in relation to you and the monster. not the tearing and the rending and the corruption and so on, but you and your friend and what will happen to your friend depending on which one of you the monster strikes first. who cares about the monster. monsters do what monsters do. is my friend going to be okay. am I going to be forced to inhabit a world where my friend isn’t okay. are they going to be forced to inhabit a world where their friend isn’t okay. and so on.

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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

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in the end, writing is just being about as unhinged as possible in the first draft

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really i think one of my favorite character dynamics is “i don’t actually like you but we’ve been through so much together that i’d trust you with my life and know that we will always back each others calls. but i still wouldn’t trust you with my car keys.” like “we aren’t really friends but we’ve been thrust into an intense situation where you are the only other person i know so now we’re besties.” and “if it weren’t for our years of history i would have literally nothing to talk to you about at this work dinner.” Enemies to lovers has NOTHING on general disinterest to begrudging acknowledgment to discovering that this person is now an inextricable part of your life

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All summer was one wet weapon after another: barb of sweetgum in the ankle, stranger’s knife blade, the wasp stuck in your sneaker.

Michael Mlekoday, “Self-Portrait with Gunshot Vernacular,” from The BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop (via wolvenry)

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sup allow me 2 self indulge for a sec

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They say in the neon west you either come out dead, or are set for life!

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“And it didn’t matter what was beyond us, or what came before us, or what town we lived in, or where the money came from, or what new night might leave us hungry and reeling, we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept, and all too willing to be struck by something shining and mad, and so furiously hot it could kill us.”

— Ada Limón, “Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning,” from Bright Dead Things 

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kid pix horror

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