ramblings of mine

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It's important to recognise who apologies first, and who pretends they were never in the wrong

[amargedom]

“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”

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I need to know if you miss me the way I miss you.

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character a: will you still love me?

character b: that depends.

character a: on?

character b: on everything you ever promised me coming true.

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I loved to watch you go.

Now your footsteps are fading in the snow and with every day as I watch them know, more than I ever could know - I was the one who kept you low.

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I often wonder if all the world were to see your smile, would they react with the same shame that I do?

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You suffocate me.

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the sun and her heat injected my veins with a lust for life, i knew at that moment what had to be done.

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Darling, one day you'll sit back and realise moments like this don't mean a damn

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"these tear-stained cheeks make me miss the person I used to be."

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Sometimes I sit with the blackness engulfing my skin, feeling how it weaves through my pores, encasing my silently humming organs as it overtakes the thoughts flying around my mind. It is at that moment I realise we are alive.

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character A: you are beautiful...

character B: who are you talking to?

character A: you, dumbass.

character B: oh, i thought you were talking to yourself in the mirror again.

character A: shut up

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character A: meet me at the party.

character B: what? we can't leave our homes.

character A: they didn't tell you?

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"some used to say this day would never come, but if it did they would save us. and here we are, turns out we should have been using our time to save ourselves"

[snailwriter]

I’ve been asked before for writing advice (especially for people just starting) and there’s lots of things that I could tell you. But, in all honestly, most of plot and dialogue and characterization is learned with time and practice and by reading good books.

The best advice I can give to new writers is this: tell me about the smallest, most mundane things in the world. Make the story feel lived in. Make it feel real.

And by this, I don’t mean “my alarm went off at 7:15 am and I poured myself 3/4 of a bowl of Cheerios.”

Instead, tell me about the way the rising sun looks on your bedroom wall when it shines through the gap in your curtains. Tell me about how that bee on the cheerio box kept smiling even though there was nothing to be happy about.

A lot of people tell writers to cut the ‘normal things’ in life to focus on a bigger story. I politely disagree. Instead, find a way to make those things important! Don’t just say “I took the bus to work”. Use the scene of the character riding the bus to show the reader how she’s always watching people from the outside.

Use the quiet moments in life to build character and show change. Maybe the quiet girl on the bus who watched the world pass by in chapter 1 gets off in chapter 10 and by chapter 20 she’s chatting with the woman next to her.

Fuck everyone who decide if a book isn’t important if it’s not ‘big’ enough. What do we have in life but a collection of moments? Those coffees with friends, those late night chats in a car, those times when we burned our hands on the sides of plates, when we paused for a moment on a walk to watch the way the light hit the pond—that’s what makes us care. Live in the moments.

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character A: can you take the dog out please?

character B, leash in hand, gazing at the dog: well, you must be the dog.

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character A: sing me a song, you're the piano man

character B: get your own fucking piano