My brain tends to always look for rejection rather than connection, and that is why I don’t feel that people genuinely like me.
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My brain tends to always look for rejection rather than connection, and that is why I don’t feel that people genuinely like me.
Voice acting is so fun because I’m being paid to be dramatic in a mic. I’d do this shit for free.
He holds me in his big arms, drunk, and I am seeing stars. This is all I think of.
Doesn’t matter if I’m not enough
:/
Cruel World - Lana Del Rey
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Dana Evans x fem!reader
Dana sat at her kitchen counter, absentmindedly twisting her wedding ring.
“You know,” you said, stepping beside her, “that ring gets more attention from you than I ever did.”
A laugh slipped from her lips.
“Still jealous after all these years?”
“Maybe.”
Dana looked up at you, and for a second, neither of you looked away.
“You always were trouble,” she murmured.
“Funny. You used to like that.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. You stepped closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume and the light scent of the cigarette she smoked outside previously.
“Used to?”
Dana’s breath hitched slightly.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Her eyes dropped to your lips before returning to your eyes. The tension was thick as silence filled the room for a moment.
“Aren’t you married, Dana?”
“That’s not fair.”
“No,” you said softly, smiling. “But neither is looking at me like that.”
To be continued..?
I haven’t wrote a fic for years, I think I want to jump back into writing after watching The Pitt. Do you guys want a full fic out of this plot?
My take on this trend (I’m late, disregard that)
Life if things work out
Life if things don’t work out
An education alone doesn’t make someone a writer. You know what does? Imagination and creativity. A professor can teach the rules and techniques of writing, but they can’t teach someone how to be a writer.
Keep being creative.
Keep imagining.
Keep writing.