mas0n-jars:

rvdetbh:

loviely:

i put your name on the bullet
so everyone knows
you were the last thing
that went through my head.

pieissupernatural:

MY WRITING MASTERPOST

I just have a lot of writing tips and masterposts and just stuff in my likes and I decided to put them all into this. All rights goes to the people who made them.

Cool Other Masterposts:

General:

Characters:

Tips on Writing Dialogue:

Tips on Writing Point of View:

Style & Craft of Writing:

Content:

Revision:

Plot, Structure, & Outline:

Setting & Making Your Own World

Helpful Tools & Software:

Grammer & Revision:

Creativity Boosters:

Improvement:

Motivation:

Writing an Application:

Prompts:

"Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out."

Sylvia Plath (via myrisingvoice)

oh my god she is a fucking boss

(via glowist)

10/17/14

they say to love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely. the problem with that is that i’m unsure if i’ll ever stop feeling lonely. 

"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."
 Mitch AlbomThe Five People You Meet in Heaven (via feellng)

cinema-snaps:

"My life has got to be like this. It’s got to keep going up."

Jay Gatsby | The Great Gatsby (2013)

Thrown Into the Wild

No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become
lost in the wild.—
Christopher McCandless, Into the Wild

Since your death,
my veins have been running a bit low
on blood
my moral compass can’t decide
which way to head towards.
And you’re right,
power is an illusion.
Mom and Dad haven’t found
the courage to be strong either—
Mom rummages through your closet
every day
and refolds your clothes
as if the answer is in your pockets.
Dad can’t stand the sight of Mom
when she cleans your room,
so he sits in the dining room
and counts money, avoiding
sorrow in the company of very thing
that caused your disappearance.
Your attempt to find
yourself in the most
ancient of human conditions
has left us lost—
every Christmas, every Thanksgiving,
every holiday
Mom, Dad, and I look more and more
 like a pair of human ribs—
unable to fill in the hollow, blank spaces
shriveled to the very marrow
white, naked, and brittle,
we stand and it looks like a singed photo
of some hikers about to enter the woods,
the very freedom you preached in the purest sense—
During those photos, I always think:
What if you were smiling and running into our arms?
Would you feel then, what we feel?

But the wholesome truth is that
we can go anywhere
we can do anything—
just not without
you.

Happiness
 is only real
when shared.

I’m calm, I know the secret.

"Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?"
Andrea Gibson, “Asking Too Much” (via wordsnquotes)
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