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It’s this bridge that gets me every time 💗

I promise you @taylorswift that we stand by you forever.

There is no goodbye.. cause I have to tell my children about my role model one day 💜

@taylornation

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WE STAND WITH TAYLOR 💗

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You don't have to be a Swiftie to understand legality; rights and hard work. But as a Swiftie and as a writer, let me give you a goddamn perspective. Maybe I am typing this because a part of me is mad, and maybe I am letting my emotions control me.

I have been her fan since I was 12 years old. (Reason why I am uploading Tay's old photo from how I saw her first.) I am almost 25 now. Imagine my devastation when I found out that the songs I have been listening to, by the artist that have been my inspiration, doesn't have the right to all her works.

When someone copies my poem, posting it on social media and putting their names on it like I wouldn't find out, I am outraged, because f*** you for not respecting my work, my experience and my supposed to be legacy. That was just social media, and to be honest I can let it go. But the very thought that no one respects your work, just because they think it would fit them better, is disgusting. That happens all the time in almost every artist. Some of these “business-minded” grabby would give you opportunity to be heard and shown out around the world, thinking that you are doing your craft because of money.

We are not talking days and one album here, but years and albumS with songs that Swifties are impossible not to stream in a month. Almost 13 years of supporting @taylorswift and she has no right from those songs?

Pure shit.

This is not just about someone famous who can sing, this is about EVERY writers and artists. Some (book) publishers are doing this, and it's not right.

Love your art, embrace your art, protect your art. Because when you're gone, all those will stay alive, watching out the world for you. Your works will be the greatest proof that you once existed in this planet.

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How Long Your Stories Should Be (And What Publishers Want)

First of all, thank you so much for over 8,000 followers!!

Short Story

-Under 500 Words is described as flash fiction. It’s one scene

-Between 1,000 and 8,000 Words is a short story

-Between 5,000 and 10,000 Words is as long as a short story should ever be

Novella

-A story between 10,000 and 40,000 Words

Novel

-Anything over 40,000 Words is considered a novel, but 50,000 should be the minimum amount of words you should have (If you’re trying to get published)

-Most novels are between 60,000 and 100,000 Words

-Publishers generally don’t like more than 110,000 words, unless you’re already established

Adult fiction

-Between 80,000 and 100,000 Words

Science and Fantasy

-Generally Between 90,000 and 120,000. Not abnormal to reach the 150,000 range. (It takes time to build a whole new world)

Romance Novels

-Between 50,000 and 100,000

Crime, Mysteries and Thrillers

-Between 70,000 and 90,000

Young Adult

-Between 50,000 and 80,000

Children’s Novel

-Between 25,000 to 50,000

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Thank You, Taylor.

My country wasn't in the line up of Rep Tour, and I'm quite sad because I live in an Island and right now I'm in the city, in which @taylorswift could have had her concert. The end of Rep Tour meant I can never see her here, and it's a bit heartbreaking. But I am utterly proud and very happy (and teary-eyed) that the Rep Tour ended successfully, I'm happy that lots of Swifties got to see Taylor, I'm pretty sure lots of them cried too.

I know every concert is magical and maybe it will be hard for them to move on, and that Taylor does everything for her fans to remember it for the rest of their lives. They will get to tell their future sibling, child, grandchild, friend or a fellow Swiftie that they have been in her concert and that will be one of Taylor's legacy, for her songs, concerts and appearances to be passed on every generation... That is how she's going to be remembered. Forever.

And for that, I'm grateful. Grateful that even though I never get to see/meet her, some of the fans out there did, and Swifties have always been one for all, and all for one. And so, if she gets to hug or smile or look at one Swiftie, I know that the same warm and welcoming gestures will be given to all, if she only could.

Thank you, Taylor.

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Strangely, she kept hearing the moon cry at night.

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Tadaa! New chapter after uhm... 6 months? 😂

#wattpad #wattpadstories #romance #fiction #loveletters #writing #writers #writersoftumblr

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Clowns aren't just a simple cosplay. They exist in your village and they are scared of people.

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It's too quiet, it hurts.

I didn't mean Tumblr to be my diary, but Facebook is way too crowded. Tonight, my migraine is totally hurting me because I've been crying, but if I won't cry it out, my heart would hurt twice as I feel right now. I don't know why sad things happen at almost 2:00 AM, when the world is too quiet it all the more make me feel like I'm alone and I have no one to talk to, since I can't go out to see the stars and tell them what's up with me. Anyway, I prayed, and I actually said sorry to God for sobbing on Him, told Him I knew he's the only one who listens by this time, and I told Him I'm so hurt but I know I'll be okay 😊

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Life may never give you reasons to live, for now. But don't let death give you reasons to die forever.

FortressMeadow

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Soon. #depressionconfession #yourstory #mystory #letshelponeanother #;

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I wrote a lot about tragic moments and brutal encounters, I wrote about melancholy then described monsters, I detailed my depression in different stories, I wrote about my battle that everyone refused to see. So please, don't tell me that writing have always been easy.

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Sometimes, YOU are the help that we need.

SOMETIMES, YOU ARE THE KIND OF HELP WE ARE LOOKING FOR. Truthfully, simply telling a depressed or suicidal person to ASK FOR HELP or SEEK HELP, will sometimes not help them—us. Sorry. Sorry if we make you feel like we're some kind of a special specie that needs a special kind of attention. But you see, for us, it's HARD ENOUGH to accept the reason of our depression, so we are hoping you will understand that those reasons would torture us if we try to talk about it. Ever wonder why most of us never talk to anyone? Or never "seek for help"? For every 100 person that we get along with, how many of them are willing to really talk to us? Not just to listen but to really reach out and tell us; hey, the trees produce oxygen so you can stay alive, don't make them quit their jobs. Or when I was younger I thought the moon was following me, did you had the same perspective? Probably 98% of you will say, "everything is gonna be okay." But how do we know it will be? Some of you will say "I know how you feel," how? You never fought the battles the same way we did. Even your worst experiences will never motivate us. If you see us as a hypocrite burden, think twice. Think about those times when we laughed out with you so hard, you thought we were the most cheerful human being you've ever seen. Those times when we talked to you about positive things, and gave advises like we were the strongest person on earth, yet you didn't had any clue that we were not okay, that every smile hurts us, that each time we bit our lip, it was because we wanted to stop our tears. Think about those days when we hang out with you, those days when you thought we lived a happy life, yet deep within we wanted to stop everything. To stop thinking about it, to stop remembering, to stop hurting. Some of us suffer with severe headache and tried to pop medicine in our mouth to lessen the pain, some of us just put our headphones on and turn the volume up so we won't hear our thoughts, some of us drew our depression, some of us wrote about it. Do you think we never helped ourselves? Before we became stupid and burden in your eyes, we tried SO HARD to fight everything, we gave our best to stop the hurting, we did our best to convince ourselves that there were better ways than stop our breathing. We tried. We failed. Sometimes, comforting words hurt us even more. You don't know what to do? We don't too. Sometimes all we want is for you to stay there and talk, to make us feel like we exist, that we weren't ignored. Just stay. Because one of these days, we will cry so hard, we will breakdown, we will ask you a lot of questions, like; "why? How could this happen? How could they do that?" And you don't have to answer, you could just tell us to hush, and maybe we will tell you why we wanted to die, even if there are too many good reasons to stay alive. You don't have to get a degree of psychology, nor be an expert to REALLY HELP. Sometimes you—who keeps on telling us to SEEK HELP—are the help that we need. You may think that you don't know how to help, or you're not sure if what you'll say will be enough to stop someone from hanging or cutting themselves, but trust me, every little thing you do is big enough because you tried. Sometimes all we need is to feel like there's this one person out of 7 Billion population in this world that would be ready for our breakdowns, someone that will never give up on us when we're on the edge of giving up on ourselves. I'm sorry. We are just afraid of a lot of things, and we need someone we could look in the eyes with and see that no matter what, we will never be alone. Someone who won't just tell us "you're not alone" but make us feel like there's someone who wants us to keep going. No, it will never be okay. There will always be a part of us that will be sad, regardless if we have moved on. As long as we have our memories, we will feel those pain again and again. But if we could, finally, accept what happened, we will never find enough reasons to take our precious lives away, not even those pains. From those experiences, we will learn to control our emotions and help a lot of depressed person. We are just hurt and afraid for now, and sorry if what we did weren't enough to stop our own depressions. Sorry if we had to have you to get through. Bear with us. Don't give up on us.

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When you've been on the same battle, even if you didn't fought the same monster, you'll know when a person is about to let go of the rope. Depression is no joke.

- FortressMeadow

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"What do you mean you're human?"

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And they call it ‘The Nowhere Street’