Future J.K. Rowling

Escaping the world one keystroke at a time 

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Late night thoughts kill 💀

[yuiwashibi]

“Sorry for being me.”

[thehonestauthor]

When someone says writing isn’t that hard:

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Happy 3 weeks self harm free to me 😍

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Just another night of relapsing

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Recovery starts today 💉❤️

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I'm spending all this time applying for jobs when really all I want is to be paid for my writing

[written-in-pen]

How sad,“ I thought, “to think ‘hello’ has become the new ‘goodbye’.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[excerptsofstories]

I suddenly realized why your eyes were my favorite color, why your laugh was my favorite sound, why you were the only thing I could think about. I suddenly realized that I love you in more than a friendly way. I suddenly realized I wanted to spend my life loving you in a way only I could.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #377 // L.Q. (via excerptsofstories)

[chelsd2015-blog]

Just the beginning to a new little project

         “Actually while I’m here I will only be answering to Malibu Barbie because I can’t take this seriously.” Dr. Anderson rolls his eyes. He can’t believe he has to add another brat to his case load inside this hell hole. He can’t even fathom why any parent would stick their kid here, especially not parents with money. “Malibu Barbie’s” real name was Alice Walker. She was tall, roughly 5’10” and visibly underweight, maybe 100lbs is she’s lucky. Her skin was like porcelain and her hair was so blonde it looked white. She was a very pretty girl, big green eyes and a perfect smile. She seems perfect until you look down her body and see the bones sticking out where they shouldn’t. Eventually your eyes are drawn to the thick white bandages wrapped around her wrist. How could such a pretty girl have such an ugly mind?

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He makes me feel all mushy and kills my dark writing vibe

*buzz* My phone lights up with a text from a friend. All I read is the first two words and I already have butterflies. "Your boy.." My boy? When did this happen. We agreed to not have feelings therefore he can't really be mine, can he? Those nights spent in his room are my favorite. From watching him play guitar to giving him a hard time about the shows he picks. The touch of his hand on my skin still sends chills down my spine. He never fails to take my breath away during our time alone. Who know a boy in a beanie could ever be all I think about? He drives me insane yet I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess if you think about it, he is mine. But the remaining question will always be, am I his?

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[pokemon-personalities]

no offense but I want to know who raised me to be such a drama queen

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