"Most editors are failed writers - but so are most writers." -T.S. Eliot

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My name is Emily. I am a bisexual feminist who is currently studying English at the University of New Mexico.

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kingsbellamy:

DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE 

CAUSE I DO 

(Source: kingsbellamy)

Fragile like a child is fragile.
Destined not to be forever.
Destined to become other
To mother. Here I am
Sitting on a chair, thinking
About you. Thinking
About how it was
To talk to you.
How sometimes it was wonderful
And sometimes it was awful.
How drugs when drugs were
Undid the good almost entirely
But not entirely
Because good could always be seen
Glimmering like lame glimmers
In the window of a shop
Called Beautiful
Things Never Last Forever.
I loved you. I love you. You were.
And you are. Life is experience.
It’s all so simple. Experience is
The chair we sit on.
The sitting. The thinking
Of you where you are a blank
To be filled
In by missing. I loved you.
I love you like I love
All beautiful things.
True beauty is truly seldom.
You were. You are
In May. May now is looking onto
The June that is coming up.
This is how I measure
The year. Everything Was My Fault
Has been the theme of the song
I’ve been singing,
Even when you’ve told me to quiet.
I haven’t been quiet.
I’ve been crying. I think you
Have forgiven me. You keep
Putting your hand on my shoulder
When I’m crying.
Thank you for that. And
For the ineffable sense
Of continuance. You were. You are
The brightest thing in the shop window
And the most beautiful seldom I ever saw.

You Were You Are Elegy; Mary Jo Bang  (via allmymetaphors)

stop-hodoring:


A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

This is literally one of the best things on the site

stop-hodoring:

A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

This is literally one of the best things on the site

(Source: seancurry1)

Your Character's Speech (and their accents)

referenceforwriters:

We’ve talked about them a couple times before (more than a couple times, in fact) but I’d like to leave something very clear:

You are free to write your character’s accent as much as you want, however, people are also free not to read your story; harsh truth, but…

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anastiel:

Dean never believed in fairy-tales.

He knew better. In the real world people didn’t randomly become rich, they didn’t go from being a paupers into princes and the world sure as hell didn’t stop turning when you met your “soulmate.” Life just wasn’t like that.

If he had to, Dean…