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The perfect way to propose to Jack Zimmermann
Bitty: Jack, you’ve already made me the happiest man alive just by being my boyfriend. But would you like to best your own record?
me: huh damn i’m bored
the 2% of my brain that isn’t actively sabotaging me: do your assignments. read a book. take a fucking shower
me:
Zayne's color is green. I won't associate him with blue because it represents the ice that hurts him. Green is Master of Fate, green is his eyes, green is also the color of healing.
Green
this may just be me - but i realize how important support and validation is in writing. and now the affirmations where people read your work and say it's amazing.
that's great too, but i mean the direct support of your family and writer friends telling you that you can do it when you believe you can't. when you're about to slip into that space of insecurity, wondering, should i really do this? your family members tell you, yes, i told you that you shouldn't have done it, that you would regret it.
support is so, so important. and it shouldn't be half-assed, because our insecurity can latch onto that, too. and this isn't just for people who want to be full-time writers, but all writers, because anyone who writes is a writer.
but it hurts when the people closest to you don't understand how you feel. don't understand the frustration that sometimes comes with having writers' block, the joy of finding a character's origins, their turning point, their growth.
i still get messages from my loved ones: are you still doing this? is this the route you want to go? and it hurts, because i feel like they don't have faith in me, like they're watching a car go at 120 mph or something and waiting for it to create an accident.
but i can't let go of this. i crave writing, i think about it even when i can't write, and i miss the nostalgia of getting words on the page.
so don't give up. you can do it, you can be it. i believe in you, genuinely.
fanfiction is kind of incredible if you think about it. it's like i love this fictional character/relationship so much that i wrote a story that is also a love letter that is also a thesis about it.
So, I just finished watching Pride Parade. The best way I can describe it is I never would have guessed which directions this episode was going in… yet it all made perfect sense in the most chaotically stupid way.
I think it might be my favourite episode of the season so far.
you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?