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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
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Mike Driver

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me during summer break core
Nikolai: trying to impress Brandon
Yulian: Jumps off a cliff to impress Vaughn
Nikolai: "Why didn't I think of that?"
HELLO???????
what the FUCK do you mean i have to spend every single fucking day studying for exams, drowning in homework, AND be sick at the same time??? and you're telling me i have to put more time and energy into that than the book i've been dying to write???
i want my fucking life back.
i want to write.
the reality of being a writer
heres how to fix it
Today I didn’t write.
I just lay in bed, listened to music, and let my characters live in my head for a while. No pressure, no progress, just thoughts, scenes, and quiet imagination.
Maybe not every day has to look productive to still matter.
#literally me
a calm place for my mind… ♡”
i am actually LOSING IT over god of fury.
LIKE??? HELLO??? why did this book do THIS to me??
i’ve read it FOUR TIMES and it STILL feels like the first time and i’m just sitting here staring at my screen like i am NOT okay i am NOT normal about this
nothing else hits the same and i’ve TRIED. i’ve tried other books and it’s just me sitting there like okay… this is not it… this is not THEM…
i don’t even want a “similar book” i want THAT FEELING. the exact one. the one that makes me feel like i’m not in my body anymore and everything else is just background noise
i feel personally attacked by this book at this point
i’m literally mourning fictional people like it’s a full-time job
i’m mourning them and smiling at the same time and i don’t know how that’s possible
i will never recover.
summer nights in a small town are so strange.
my window is open because it's too warm to close it.
there's a festival somewhere down the street, and the music reaches all the way to my room. i can hear people laughing, teenagers calling out to each other, conversations blending together, someone announcing the next song through the speakers.
i'm sitting by the window, writing in my journal, listening to a life i'm not part of yet.
maybe next summer i'll be one of the voices carried through someone else's open window.
can i catch a break