A Dramatic Shakespearean Response To Every Situation

“You are not a sign of weakness You’re living proof we shall defeat this”

— Should you fall weakened to a crash land I’ll still be there to hold your hand // A.S (via the-teenage-poet)

Trevor Morris - Anne Dreams of Her Childhood

hush little laptop dont you cry. Mommy’s gonna find you some more wifi.

Skeleton Pens by Montblanc

How To Write in 10 Easy Steps

Have an idea. Inspire yourself. Take long showers and walks outside and let the idea come to you. 

Flesh it out. Whether you outline or not, you need to have at the very least a vague idea of the beginning, middle, and end of your piece.

WRITE. Self-explanatory. You have to actually write to get anything written.

Don’t worry. If things don’t go smoothly, don’t sweat it. It’ll come to you. If not, hey, learning experience. Maybe this idea isn’t the one for you.

Stay organized. Let’s face it, when writers are writing, they turn into slobs. Sticky notes EVERYWHERE, empty coffee cups and mugs with dried up tea bags are left all over the place, your documents are titled ‘asdfgh’, and you can’t even remember what your MC’s last name is. These things will hinder your performance as a writer, and well, as a human. 

Take breaks. Don’t burn yourself out. If you start to feel stressed, take a step back, no matter how painful it will be to separate from it.

Write some more. Seriously. I can’t stress this enough. Don’t just say you’re goingto write this or that, actually do it.

Don’t be afraid to share. Seriously, learn to share your work with those you trust. It’ll be good to not only get you used to letting go of your stuff, but your loved ones will more than likely really appreciate you letting them read it.

Find a critique partner. No, not your mom. Or your best friend. Or your sibling. Someone you trust and is a friend, even a close, friend, but also someone who will be unbiased. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell you ‘this is really awful’, and who is also not afraid to tell you, ‘this is really awesome’.

Don’t wait. If you have an idea, get to it. Don’t say, “I’ll wait until I have more time” or, “I’ll just wait until the weekend”, etc.. JUST DO IT. The longer you wait, the less likely it is you’ll get anything done.

P.S. I lied. It’s not easy. It will never be easy.

What Never Made it to Print (Part Two)

The word taboo was created for a reason. In the mortal world there are certain things that can never mix. Things like oil and water, greenery and fire, and magic and science just to name a few. So men created rules. They created boundaries. They created taboos, so that nothing that should not be could ever come into existence. However, one of the most predictable aspects of a mortal man’s nature is that he will break his own rules, forget his own precautions, and dismiss his own consciousness in order to gain something he desires. And, of course, sooner or later, something he desires is bound to come along. 

Sometimes this forgoing of common, cautious sense can be noble. If enough of a spin is put to it, it can almost seem legendary or heroic. Most of the time, however, such an event is just tragic. Because when humanity is forsaken for humanity’s sake, well, humanity loses that which made it human in the first place. That was why the rules were put into place to begin with. They were meant to prevent the loss of all order and the introduction of new chaos. But by the time everybody stops for a moment to remember this one simple fact, it is already too late. 

Every time I read that post about doing things out of spite I remember that C. S. Lewis put that fucking street lamp in Narnia because Tolkien once said that no good fantasy story would have a lamp in it.

a letter to taurus

You leave a pollen trail of petals and wind chimes, and you build sanctuaries for me to crawl into and wrap my legs around your vines, you make me feel so safe. And yet, you feel so unsteady yourself, like you are always looking for a cradle of security, worried that the world will be pulled from below you feet and you will be left holding nothing and no one. It’s always everybody else’s hearts you want to stitch together and repair. And you forever try to stay still and placid, as if you are so resilient you cannot be moved. This is true, but I can also sense your fear, and your worries, and that if you move you think you will crumble, or break everyone around you. I know every pain in your life has cut a deep wound in your body and you are forced to rewatch the memories… everything is not so analgesic as it seems You seem so serene that even your silences make music.

cherry