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i feel blessed just to be able to look at these photos
The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows my secrets.
You are so used to your features, you donât know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
âIâm not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.â
â Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Quotable â Anthony Trollope
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The Girl Who Cried Werewolf - a Dramione Fanfiction
Summary: Â Draco Malfoy was far from a Prince Charming in disguise. He was a crude-mouthed beast who terrorizes women in their dreams, attacks their senses, and captures their heart never to set them free. Or that was just her? Â Another Dramione Beauty and the Beast fic. Werewolf Draco with a twist.Â
Rating: T (may possibly change)Â
Read it here: FFN AO3Â
Aesthetic by @slytherinaesthetix
Finally Updated!
The bite wasn't painful... at first. It was more of like a self-induced daze. He thought he was dying. Except the common descriptions of dying that he read in books and were babbled about by poets were...flowery, in comparison to how he felt, as expected. Even death was overrated. They said there would be a âwhite lightâ beckoning him to the world beyond. There was none. Only the scene before him, that stretched for what seemed like a slow eternity. He marveled how he could see every expression on every personâs face as he lay dying on that polished, hard wooden floor.
I want to thank @otterlyardent and @slytherinxbadxgirl for the support during the last update!
âYou have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because itâs hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But itâs better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you canât write anybodyâs book but your own.â
â
Cheryl Strayed (via maxkirin)
from a Sonoma writing workshop
(via wordswilling)
If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes itâs because theyâre simply shy. Other times itâs because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, donât get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
âIf you could change one thing in your past, what would it be?â she asked in a soft tone as she gazed dreamily somewhere into the distance, their bodies against one another basking in water and broken sunlight. There was a peaceful minute of silence, and she took advantage of their stillness to enjoy his warm breath weave into her hair. âNothing,â he announced eventually. The brief answer was unexpected, and for a moment she just listened to his brisk voice ricochet off the damp bathroom tiles as she tried to comprehend how one could have not a single regret. âNothing?â she echoed him with a frown of surprise. âWhy?â âBecause⌠a change in the past can change the present too,â he told her, and she sensed his face press closer at the back of her head, ââŚand I fear that too much.â
âYou know youâre in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.â
â Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl
I canât wait for the live-action movie of this book!
âThis is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They donât jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.â
â Sarah Dessen, Just Listen
reasons to not quit writing:
your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love
everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about
your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times
you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.
someone out there will want to read what you wrote.
someone out there wants to know what is on your mind.Â
someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.
if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether itâs years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, thatâs why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.
âSouls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.â
â George Eliot, Middlemarch
âPeople generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.â
â Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
âFriendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: âWhat! You too? I thought that no one but myself âŚâ
â C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Dramione portraits
My main problem as a writer is that I donât write because âI have a story to tellâ. I write because there are worlds I want to visit, ideas I want to explore, people I want to meet, conversations I want to hear, emotions that I want to express, and impossibilities I want to make real.
Which means that I still need a fucking plot.
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