February 2012
January 2012
I…like Selena Gomez’s new song (new? is that even right? how many songs does this girl have? she’s like twelve, right?).
Anyway. I like it. Someone help.
ungathering:
I want to be a comma, snug against a phrase. Or a quotation mark, hugging your words. A semi-colon; a pause. Or parentheses (keeping safe the things you didn’t really want anyone to hear). Maybe a period, the last thing you see before everything ends.
Charlie there is no future in anything. I hope you agree. That is why I like it...
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if...
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
Hi.: What happens if you fall in love with a... →
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or…
Dear aspiring writers,
Could you pretty please, just once, RUN YOUR SHIT THROUGH SPELL CHECK?! I am dying here. Actually, you know what’s worse? Those of you who DO reread your shit, highlight your errors, and then just submit your stories anyway. Is the highlighting for me? Do you want me to skip right to your mistakes?
On another note, I cannot read one more submission about a kid with one dead/deadbeat...
I roll my eyes and then you pull me in, I'm not...
If you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do? You gotta...
– NY Times: Teaching Good Sex (via lolashaze)
Barely read this. Saw “sex” and “pizza” in the same paragraph and got (s)excited.