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When I was in elementary, I’d make a new best friend every year, but then coincidentally every year that best friend would leave to a different school district or city and I’d just never see them again. Then they would never reach out to me. I kind of thought I was the problem. Then when it would happen again in middle school I began to question what was so wrong with me that i couldn’t keep a best friend. For the rest of my life and to this day I enter friendships fully expecting to be left behind unless I continue to offer some kind of skill or trait of value. And there’s been times where even my closet of friendships have been shaken, as any friendship is - but in those moments I immediately spiral and question my failures as a human being and try to rationalize how to be a person that can be more valuable to others. It’s an unhealthy mindset that I try to let go of every day, but one that I fear will forever haunt me.

feeling so many feelings about all of this

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left behind again

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The most important writing lesson I ever learned was not in a screenwriting class, but a fiction class.

This was senior year of college.  Most of us had already been accepted into grad school of some sort. We felt powerful, we felt talented, and most of all, we felt artistic.

It was the advanced fiction workshop, and we did an entire round of workshops with everyone’s best stories, their most advanced work, their most polished pieces. It was very technical and, most of all, very artistic.

IE: They were boring pieces of pretentious crap.

Now the teacher was either a genius OR was tired of our shit, and decided to give us a challenge.  Flash fiction, he said. Write something as quickly as possible.  Make it stupid.  Make it not mean a thing, just be a quick little blast of words. 

And, of course, we all got stupid.  Little one and two pages of prose without the barriers that it must be good. Little flashes of characters, little bits of scenarios.

And they were electric.  All of them. So interesting, so vivid, not held back by the need to write important things or artistic things. 

One sticks in my mind even today.  The guys original piece was a thinky, thoughtful piece relating the breaking up of threesomes to volcanoes and uncontrolled eruptions that was just annoying to read. But his flash fiction was this three page bit about a homeless man who stole a truck full of coca cola and had to bribe people to drink the soda so he could return the cans to recycling so he could afford one night with the prostitute he loved.

It was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was so, so, so well written.

And just that one little bit of advice, the write something short and stupid, changed a ton of people’s writing styles for the better.

It was amazing. So go.  Go write something small.  Go write something that’s not artistic.  Go write something stupid. Go have fun.

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Ayooo 8 years on Tumblr !

I kinda miss posting comics on here, when I started it way back when I wanted to be just like some of my favorite creators on Tumblr and YouTube lmao, it was super fun.

Nowadays I’m obviously just using it to reblog stuff and yap, but honestly I’d love to work in comics for real someday.

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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damn that last page of treasure island kinda goated ngl

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Between Aika and Zira, who would have the bigger gay panic if the other suddenly rested their head on her shoulder?

zira 1000%

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Okay but tell me this isn’t one of the fruitiest official photos of these two you’ve seen

Sometimes in TOS Kirk's shirt is randomly this weird greenish shade and maybe it's the lighting or maybe it's that he put his shirt through the wash with a blue one.

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Sometimes you realise it much later that it wasn't you who wasn't enough, they just needed something entirely different in life.

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im so tired

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i feel like there's always going to be someone out there who really needs to hear the words lydia is saying to beej right now

so this is for you

you're not worthless or bad or unlovable. the people who care about you care for a reason.

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this silly little lad giving me the hope i need rn fr

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personal rules for winter ❄

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evil viktor (+ a bit of jayce) as textposts [2/?]

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by 178kz_boy

art republished with artist’s permission