Just a random person

[dawrittenkitten]

Chapter Titles

A Long Way Down

Dream a Little Dream

Stuck in the Middle With You

The Walls Between Us

Everyone Panic

Wanders Near and Far

The Long Walk

Bloodlines

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

The End of the Beginning

The Beginning of the End

Lots of Running

Darkest Waters

Dark Skies

Get Out of Dodge

No Way Out

No Way In

Uh Oh…

Oops…

Angels and Demons

There Are Good and Bad Fires

Puppies, Kittens and Murder

Guts and Gory

TRUCK!

Jump!

Leap of Faith

Get Down!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Crashing Waves

Eye of the Storm

Calm Waters

Duck!

This is How I Die

Me, Myself, and Eye

Dancing With the Devil

Hit the Gas

Road Trip!

Boss Battle!

And Then There Was Us

Guns, Knives, and Death, Oh My

I Hate Magic

Scattered

Divided We Fall

Together We Fall

Price to Pay

Barfight

Rumble in the Jungle

A Summer Day

Cold as Ice

[sarah-maclean-completist]

People often ask me what the hardest part of writing is, and I never hesitate to tell the truth. The hardest part is the title. The hardest part is finding the right combination of words to achieve three goals:  1. Tell the reader a story and leave them asking a question. 2. Evoke the tone and temper of the book. 3. Double down on what long-time readers love and simultaneously court new ones.

Sarah MacLean, from a discussion of her cheeky book titles. (via sarah-maclean-completist)

[somuchtowrite]

guessing strangely specific things about you based on which overused fantasy title word is in the title of your wip:

this is so stupid

PRINCE/PRINCESS/KING/QUEEN:

you want to marry rich someday

when you were in elementary school, you got in trouble for hogging the slide at least three times

your favorite color is any variation of red (pink counts but barely)

THIEF:

you are attracted to super toxic men and you faint at the sight of a guy with black nails

and if you’re not attracted to men, then literally pls be my friend. you’re cool.

you shoplifted at hobby lobby one (1) time, but then felt really guilty and made a really big deal out of it to your two close friends

BLOOD:

how was that middle school emo phase? did exclusively listening to top and p!atd have anything to do with your current mental state?

you’re an athiest, but you were raised in a strictly religious household

you probably have a really fun laugh. like loud and hyena type beat.

SHADOWS:

chill out edgelord. you’re making family dinners uncomfortable

you always use the hood on your sweatshirts no matter how hot it is

you’re a theatre kid :/ good luck on into the woods in march tho you’ll kill it

CROW/RAVEN:

yeah i really like leigh bardugo too

please give me more overused fantasy words and i will add on to this because this is so fun. i know every single one of you and there’s nothing you can do about it >:)

[princecardan]

the most extra Aesthetic™ red queen quotes

[daebendurphen]

Tell me all the sins you ever did and let me love you anyways

[daebendurphen]

Tell me all the sins you ever had the courage to commit.

[a-poets-darling]

I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.

Franz Kafka

[quotefeeling]

Respect people’s feelings. Even if it doesn’t mean anything to you. It could mean everything to them.

Unknown (via quotefeeling)

[thoughtkick]

Stop thinking so much. You’re breaking your own heart.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[quotefeeling]

Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.

Cleo Wade (via quotefeeling)

[inkskinned]

i looked for you in my chest because that's where all the good stories start. all the little bones sown into the wildflowers and the grass all up to our knees. come sort the little wounds so we can seal them. this is where the feathers go, right? run down your spine, over the lip of the sun. on the anthem of freedom. this is where we bury the tooth so she can turn back into the earth. this is where we bury the gun so we can't hurt our future. this is where we melt the wax and bury the curse.

i tell her: this is divine. the altar is already splattered in history. let me kiss your fingertips. we cannot make god until we find him. they will promise us to pray for our bodies; they are praying for us to inhabit different love. the ichor is just us, and your hair, and the desire to run. we can make the meadow. we can make the forever. we can make the myth. they will remove us from our own margins, anyway, let us love like a cliché. like bad poetry. like a museum piece.

we will kiss like pomegranates. we will cry in bronze. we will piece together a quiet life. we will make art in our image and collect creation. reshape surrender. reshape peace. reshape worshipping.

here is holy: they will hate us, and that will not be enough. here is holy: pinky finger. ring finger. middle finger. pointer finger. thumb. here is holy: the sigh of your love.

[meanwhilepoetry]

Sometimes I think of you, Medusa. Inside your temple, mournful, surrounded by a hundred stone statues. The men who came to kill you and never left  were named lost heroes, warriors, demigods whilst you were called monster, gorgon, terror. (Because the stories were always written by men) But this was never a story about a monster. It was always about a woman burned for a Sea God’s sin, a pawn in an ancient game the fates would never let her win. You did not desecrate that which is sacred, it was him. (But your story was always written by men) You begged him not to visit you, you pleaded with every God. But the Gods turned away when you needed them. You did not want to be remembered this way. And then one day, whilst you slept, a son of Zeus came. And killed you before you could even look his way. (And he too was named hero because the stories were always written by men) Someone once said, words cut deeper than a knife. That history is told by the victors. That he who tells the story is the one who controls the world. Women did not get to write your story, Medusa. Because if we did, a very different tale would be told. (And in our tale, you would not be Monster. But Priestess. Goddess. A maiden who once had a heart of gold.)

Nikita Gill, Excerpt from Maidens, Myths and Monsters (via meanwhilepoetry)

[thoughtkick]

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thoughtkick)

[remanence-of-love]

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[thoughtkick]

Everyone makes mistakes in life but that doesn’t mean they have to pay for them for the rest of their life. Sometimes good people make bad choices. That doesn’t mean they’re bad. It means they’re human.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[stay-close]

Hug me until we both feel okay.

Unknown (via thebrokenquotes)