Me : I am writing this for myself and me only.
Me : but also if these three specific followers don't like it I have failed as a person

pixel skylines
Game of Thrones Daily
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi
dirt enthusiast
wallacepolsom
One Nice Bug Per Day
AnasAbdin

Kaledo Art

roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

⁂
Xuebing Du
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
🪼
Sade Olutola

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
$LAYYYTER

Janaina Medeiros

seen from United States

seen from Chile

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from Argentina

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Algeria

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
@georgianazephyr
Me : I am writing this for myself and me only.
Me : but also if these three specific followers don't like it I have failed as a person
Phil Coulson and Melinda May are each other's best friend. If you ask them, their lives are great. They have fantastic friends, careers they love, all while living in one of the busiest cities in the world. But when Melinda receives a letter, their lives take a sudden, unexpected turn and begin to change in ways neither of them would have ever imagined.
Jardin De Nuits
Writing somehow simultaneously feels like the most important and most completely pointless thing you could be doing right now and that is a weird space to work in
Feel this in my soul
The broken shore interrupted photographed by Freddie Ardley
“Foggy days in Western Germany“ by | Robin Uthe
Lontano da tutti, lontano dal caos
Eibsee
nxploring
it’s been a long journey, but we’re finally h o m e .
Whitby Abbey in North Yorkshire,
by explore_photos_ann.
what is a writer, if not a miserable little pile of ideas and half written google docs
moodboard. Ancestors Above.
A Philinda inspired fantasy novel.
Storyteller Saturday
Once again, Saturday has struck! And once again, I want to attempt to revive this lovely event! (It was a whole lot of fun last week!)
Reblog this post if you want people to send you asks about your writing, wip, or characters today! For each ask you get, try and send one back in return!
This event was originally started by @lonely-pages-of-ink and @drist-n-dither, and was a huge, incredibly fun writeblr event when I first joined this community, but has since fallen in participation and awareness. You can read the original info post here!
And don’t feel shy about sending asks to writeblrs you know nothing about—this is a wonderful way to get to know new stories, and make new friends!
Finding Home Chapter 8 Tease
The drive to Melinda’s was like driving through a very small but very serious hurricane. Sideways blowing rain he could barely see through. A wind that blew him off the road only to have him almost overcorrect more than a few times.
The person who opened the door wasn’t the person he expected. He moved inside as Daisy called out, “Phil! Phil! Phil!”
He removed his drenched jacket before picking her up, placing it on the coat rack. “Hey, Angel Eyes.” He hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. Melinda wasn’t the only one he missed. “Where’s your mom?”
“In there!” Daisy pointed her small hand down the hall towards the bathroom. “The fire burned her!” she told him with the most serious little expression.
“Oh, dear,” he said, trying not to sound as concerned as he suddenly felt. “Let’s go see.”
He made his way carefully through the house and came to a stop when he found her standing in the living room. “Mel?”
She stood rooted to the spot. The soft light from the fire made her hair look silky and her eyes bright. His chest tightened seeing her there like that. Her voice was soft, yet full of disbelief, when she asked him, “Phil, what are you doing here?”
sometimes writing is just you, your keyboard, and spite
The Krimml Waterfalls in Austria. [2112x4608] [OC] - Author: tvdlans on reddit