When You Put It This Way It Just Sounds Silly Now.

When you put it this way it just sounds silly now.

Was just scrolling and liking stuff. Can’t not repost this though.

This just in......

As it turns out, yup, he is indeed not interested in me. Honestly, it's like I'm cursed to never get reciprocated interest lmao. It's great that I've figured out just yesterday that I'm happy to be his friend only, though. In a way, I know I'm not ready to start anew yet, and he's currently too precious to me to risk ruinning it over this. So it's all good. I should sort myself out first, and then I can worry about whether he might like me then.

Night

Childhood is when night is freeing, because it's when you can sneak out to do the things you wanna do.

(Let's raid the fridge for chocolate! Play some late night computer games. Hey look, ice cream! As long as I don't wake my parents, I'm good)

Adulthood is when night is a prison, because it's when you can't bring yourself to walk out to do the things you wanna do.

(Gosh, it's dark out. I shouldn't head there, the road there is pretty deserted at this time of night. There aren't streetlights on the way to this other place, so maybe not either.)

Water

1. You can’t live for long without it. Or, even if you do somehow have the inhuman strength to, whatever existence you have will be hell.

2. You don’t appreciate its existence until it’s gone. Not really.

3. Only those who don’t have it truly understand how difficult it is to get it, even if it’s “right there” and “within reach”.

4. You appreciate it so so much more when you get it back.

Oh, did I say water? I meant confidence. Whoops.

Damn. I haven't written or even thought about writing ever since I came here. Maybe it's time I sat down and......write.

My wish for every writer in 2018 is that you all finish every WIP you got lingering around.

May your words flow freely, may your characters come alive and may everyone love your finished story when they read it.