Do You Like Me? I Have To Tell You I'm Oblivious To Anything Flirting You Might Be Doing. Even With All

Please ask me things!

More Get-to-Know-the-Writer Asks

Red: What type of writer’s block do you experience the most?

White: Are you a supporter/lover of fanfiction?

Black: Would you want to live in one of the fictional worlds you’ve created?

Blue: What’s more important to you: characters or plot?

Yellow: What’s a common writing tip that you mostly ignore?

Grey: What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Orange: How many projects do you usually have going at once?

Pink: Which of your characters would become your best friend?

Purple: Which of your characters would become your sworn enemy?

Green: Pencil, typewriter, or computer?

Brown: Do you have a set writing space? Or do you write everywhere?

Silver: Are you comfortable writing in public places?

Gold: Do your stories usually contain lessons or morals?

Clear: Do your characters control where the story goes or do you maintain control?

Tan: Are you open to co-writing a story?

Every minute you're gone, the more vulnerable I feel.

Celia Lawliet

You’re worth it right? Please tell me you’re worth it… I don’t want this to be a mistake…

2 AM Thoughts

Would you still love me knowing you could never make me happy? Or is that too much to ask for?

Six feet under

We may be just friends but I get butterflies in my stomach when you speak in German to me. Even more when you translate what I say from French.

Our back in forth conversations with google translate are the high light of my day

Perfect nights only end in misery.

Six word story

I still look for you during my games even though we ended it months ago.

On the court or bench

How do I get you to notice me and my feelings? How do I get you to see how hard I've fallen? And how in the hell will I know if you've fallen just as hard for me if you do everything you can to conceal it?

When you say we aren't friends while smiling. I know you're lying

I doubt you realize how easy it was for you to make a home in my heart. To make me feel as if you were all that I needed. Now here I am, with blood on my chest and my heart in my hands that you so easily ripped out. And what hurt the most isn't that my heart was torn out. It was that you knew how easy it would be to do just that.

You've made me numb

You taught me that I should love myself first. That my happiness shouldn’t be rooted in another human. Because human love is doomed to fail from the very start and I should have ran away the first time.