If I Could Find A Community To Help Motivate Me To Write My Book And Give Me Opinions And Ideas, Id Die

If I could find a community to help motivate me to write my book and give me opinions and ideas, I’d die happy. After writing the book, of course.

I know where it eventually goes. I know some of the steps to get there. I’m not sure of the start nor the rest of the steps, and that’s part of why I haven’t worked on it in forever. It also doesn’t help that I’m scared it’s too much like the series I’ve read and loved, or my characters are too plain or too typical, or that it won’t end up right.

You think a few years would be enough to get at least some idea, but nope!

Writing is hard.

How do you save posts because I’m a depressed bisexual with too many playlists and the majority of them are dark academia

some chaotic academia songs

Listen up bitches 'cause I don't see this shit often enough

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

Flash - Cigarettes After Sex

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Japanese Posters - Rebounder

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That) - Meatloaf

It's All Coming Back To Me Now - Meatloaf

Hungover in the City of Dust - Autoheart

Cherry Wine - Hozier

For the Departed - Shayfer James

2013 - Arctic Monkeys

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows - Gang of Youths

Go Farther in Lightness - Gang of Youths

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

Plastic Tramp - Arctic Monkeys

Touch - Cigarettes After Sex

I'm A Firefighter - Cigarettes After Sex

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier

Persephone - The Tragic Thrills

Ophelia - The Lumineers

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

I don’t make sense I’m not that kind of girl

He looked like he stepped out of a fairytale.

She was a pretty average girl, but she still caught my eye.

All blonde hair and tall frame and green eyes and musician’s hands.

Her brown hair was always put up, and her glasses were always falling down her nose.

He had this way with words that made me laugh all the time.

She had this way of treating people that made everyone feel at ease.

He couldn’t spell to save his life, but he could make a good pun up on the spot.

She said she was shy, but I’d never seen anyone look sad around her.

Hearing his voice, even with the puns, always made me feel content.

Talking to her made me feel happy and calm, and she always texted back.

His voice was like his embrace in that sense.

Nothing felt better than talking to her, especially when she giggled in that way she has.

Nothing felt safer than his arms wrapping around me tightly.

She asked for hugs a lot, but I liked giving them to her.

He was a lot taller than me, so I could hear his heartbeat when he hugged me.

Her head didn’t even brush my chin, and her arms wrapped around me right below my ribs.

It soothed me when I was sad and comforted me when I was happy.

It was sweet how she’d rest her cheek against my chest and completely relax.

I still remember the last hug he gave me.

She did that the last time we hugged, too.

Tears were streaming down my face, and I was worried about getting his shirt wet.

She kept saying that she didn’t want to get my shirt wet because she was crying.

He was the reason I was crying, but I still felt terrible about his shirt being wet.

I was why she was crying, so her getting me wet was the smallest “punishment” I could imagine.

It didn’t help that he was being all nice about it, too.

I was trying to be kind about it.

He was being nice about not being friends with me anymore.

I couldn’t be her friend anymore, and it broke both of our hearts.

I didn’t know that was something you could be nice about.

I didn’t want to break her heart, not with how many times it had broken before.

It still hurts to think about that last hug.

Thinking about her still hurts, but I deserve that.

I miss him more than words could say.

I miss her more than words could say.