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I wanted to be happy

So I swallowed a star

I felt it in my fingers, in my lungs

I was blinded by the starlight behind my eyes

I wanted to be happy with you

So I swallowed more

I consumed stars and suns and whole galaxies

Until I felt the cosmos move inside my heart

I wanted to be with you

To find you

But I couldn’t see you

In the darkness, the endless night I made

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Before the fall

I love the highs. When the blood hums in my veins and the world feels effervescent. It's like touching a live-wire. The blood underneath my skin gets so unbearably hot, I can't take it.

I want to kiss strangers and feel strange flesh against mine in the dark, and drink wine until I can't think straight. Stay out until dawn because the stars are too bright and lovely. And there aren’t enough hours in the day.

I'll go home with him or him or maybe her, because it all feels so good. I smolder and burn, twist and ache. For once I feel something. I feel everything, it’s bittersweet on my tongue.

It's not flying I'm afraid of; I'm terrified of the fall.

What if I never feel this good again?

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Figure you out

There’s something gnawing at my veins

A foreign monster I cannot explain

Look at the stars

Stare at the moon above

Is this really love?

Or are you just the Devil dressed in skin I need to touch?

Are you the one for me?

Why do I want you so much?

I need to figure you out.

I need to find a way out.

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Reblogging this till the day I die 😂💀😂💀

rest in fucking pieces, mr. darcy

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One wish

I wish I could ride with you through my hometown, at three in the morning when everything is quiet and dark, and it feels like we’re the only two people in this city – in the world. I want to drive down the same streets I used to run on; windows down, music blasting, fingers tangled in yours as I show you all the pieces of me scattered around this small town. All of the things and places that made me, even the parts of me I left behind.

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It’s never enough

I wish I was a poet, a real poet, not the cheap charlatan I was for other boys, piecing together love letters with pretty words from people far more adept at the English language than I. Because you deserve better than paraphrased Neruda or Keats, but I am painfully limited and my soul lacks the capacity for beauty and eloquence. And I am left with simple words like “I want”.

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Something I found that makes a scene easier and longer:

Writing the dialogue first.

I never used to do this, but one night it was really late and I was half asleep but I wanted to get some work done. So I decided to just fill in the dialogue I wanted for the scene.

I found myself with close to 1000 words of dialogue. (I obviously tagged who said what, how it was said, etc.)

When I came back to the document, I just filled in the action, the background, descriptions and plot.

I ended up with between 3000-4000 words in one sitting.

Maybe this won’t work for everyone, hell maybe someone else has already pointed this out, but I just wanted to share this writinf tip.

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without you.

Time feels meaningless without you to measure it by. All I ever do is wait because I can’t wash your taste from my mouth. 

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Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.

Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

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Starlit Slumber #starlitprompt

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I am not sure I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved, all the cities that I have visited, all my ancestors.

Jorge Luis Borges (via leopoldetbonaparte)

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I think like this a lot.

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