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yo guys i am alive!! and i will be posting more soon (hopefully)
sorry for the LONG hiatus oopsie <3
thinking about why i relate so much to men drowning in their vices- who sit in silence with their heads in their hands, brought down between their knees, of men who mouth cigarettes and beer bottles like they’re making love. of men who’d rather drown in the silence than broach that impenetrable distance between two people who know if they open their mouths, they’ll hurt each other- so they fall into bed with each other in the dark, laving tongues over scarred skin, hands gripping hard enough to leave their fingerprints bruised inky against hipbones.
why i find myself nodding along to men who have tension woven taut between their shoulder blades, and knees that ache from old wounds, and sternums that’ve been cracked asunder more than once. men who are all battlefields, all fault lines ripped straight through god’s good earth, all hurt and callused hands and tired, sad eyes: stained dark by grief, etched out misery thumbing lines by their mouths, between their eyebrows.
(maybe it’s because these men are allowed to wear their grief so transparently, and no one thinks less of them for it.)
Fantasy Guide to Addressing Nobility
It can be hard to remember how to properly address your noble or royal characters when writing a fantasy court. Here is a quick guide:
1. King/Queen:
Usually addressed as either “Your Grace” or “Your Majesty”. Consort (married to a ruler and not reigning in their own right) can be addressed the same. Sire or Madam can be used also.
2. Prince/Princess:
They are addressed as “Your Highness”. They are NEVER addressed the same as a King or Queen
3. Duke/Duchess:
These are addressed with “Your Grace”. This was a common term also used by royalty before Henry VIII got to big for his codpiece.
4. Earl (Count)/Countess:
Are almost never referred as the “Earl of Narnia” but “Lord Narnia”.
5. Lord/Lady:
An easy one. They are called “My Lord” or “My Lady”.
6. Emperor/Empress:
These may be equal to a King/Queen for status but the have a grander title. They are only addressed as “Your Imperial Highness/Majesty”
I hope this helps when writing your court or fantasy novel.
3 goals for 2020
rules: write three goals for 2020 and tag 10 people!
tagged by @bahay-kubo (thank u!!)
get in control of my mental health - i’m still really prone to instability and it affects my closest relationships more often than i would like to admit. so i hope to learn how to avoid my triggers and deal with them when they do pop up.
fit writing into my daily/weekly schedule - a former teacher told me that the difference between a person good with words and a writer is discipline :”)
be as kind as i can - bc everyone matters <3
tagging: @galaxy-charm @flyingfalconflower12 @icedcoffeewriting @wildler @re-writing-h @whorizcn @limassol-writes @fairy-tale-king @jiynix @ajbrooks-writes
2MSS #25: Fleeing the Present (Part 2)
i didn’t end up following the prompt, but here is the post that inspired me!
this is the post for part 1.
Day 25 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 833
Constructive criticism welcome!
“Henry. You have any flowers?” asked Helene, leaning against a brick wall.
They were on the outskirts of Henry’s school compound. She snuck in easily — Henry had loaned her a set of uniform clothing to wear. Someone that’s 400 years old yet acts and speaks like my age. After a fortnight of hanging out daily, she still bewildered Henry.
“No. Are you asking for a bouquet?“
Helene ran a hand through her dark hair and rolled her eyes at him. Henry wondered what secrets and stories those brown eyes held. She had probably witnessed everything from the Protestant Reformation to the Industrial Revolution, or even the reign of Cleopatra given her ability to manipulate time. He had struck gold upon meeting her.
"Don’t try me.”
“You could just tell me. I’ll get them.”
“Do it, then. We’ll need it to travel through time."
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Yoooo this is such a cool addition to the story!! You characterized Helene so well :D
thank u!! i want to do justice to her backstory uwu
knock knock, can i come in, writeblr community??
hi!!! i’m crow … you can call me roo too idm. :>
i’m 16!! i am a lesbian and i have recently come to terms with being nb, though none of my friends know yet. so this is a place for me to explore my gender identity?? idk man. my pronouns are they/them
my first language isn’t english, but i suck at my mother tongue so woohoo.
and i’m actually not writing a novel… but a webcomic!! (multiple in fact)
i’ll do a wip intro post… someday… soon hopefully.
my writing interest stems from being a warrior cats roleplayer…
my stories contain a lot of lgbt+ characters!!! most of them are wlw/nblw because i cannot for the life of me write Man ™.
i suck at tagging stuff so my blog is probably going to be an unorganized mess, but i’m trying :’>.
i need writer friends and a writeblr mentor ( bc i have no idea how any of this works ;v; ) i’m always down to scræm about stories and characters. <3
welcome!! <3
also relate w/ the roleplaying thingie haha that brings back so much memories!!
2MSS #25: Fleeing the Present (Part 2)
i didn’t end up following the prompt, but here is the post that inspired me!
this is the post for part 1.
Day 25 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 833
Constructive criticism welcome!
"Henry. You have any flowers?" asked Helene, leaning against a brick wall.
They were on the outskirts of Henry's school compound. She snuck in easily — Henry had loaned her a set of uniform clothing to wear. Someone that's 400 years old yet acts and speaks like my age. After a fortnight of hanging out daily, she still bewildered Henry.
"No. Are you asking for a bouquet?"
Helene ran a hand through her dark hair and rolled her eyes at him. Henry wondered what secrets and stories those brown eyes held. She had probably witnessed everything from the Protestant Reformation to the Industrial Revolution, or even the reign of Cleopatra given her ability to manipulate time. He had struck gold upon meeting her.
"Don't try me."
"You could just tell me. I'll get them."
"Do it, then. We'll need it to travel through time."
How to Workshop Writing (and be supportive doing it)
Inspired by @madammuffins and @nintendonianrose, because everyone deserves kindness and support.
“HELP! SOMEONE HAS JUST SHARED THEIR WRITING WITH ME AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.”
Oh, well, it’s a good thing you’re here.
It’s actually pretty simple.
LEVEL 1: THIS PERSON HAS NOT ASKED FOR FEEDBACK? DO NOT PANIC. THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.
A person has done something creative and is sharing it with the world! Yay! Good for them! The act of sharing does not necessarily mean you need to comment on it or provide feedback. The joy of creating and producing is a beautiful part of being human, and this person is living it up.
Quick (optional) actions:
Did you like what they made? It’s always acceptable to say, “How cool/imaginative/wonderful! This made me feel _______. Thank you for making it,” or similar. Eternally great examples on this come from @quilloftheclouds, who has an endless stream of beautiful compliments for writers. (Mine are always so much more frustratingly generic. Quill, you elegant starfish, you have to teach us your ways.)
Did you dislike what they made? You don’t need to make an evaluative comment, but if you want to say something supportive, you can praise the creative process and production because that matters more than your opinion anyway. You can say something like, “I’m so proud of you for publishing! This must have taken so long! Congratulations!” You can also just keep scrolling and say nothing.
LEVEL 2: “I’M BEING ASKED FOR FEEDBACK/REVIEW AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.”
Maybe your friend has sent their writing to you and asked for feedback, or a review and reblog. Maybe you’re a part of a writing community where that kind of response is expected. Maybe someone has produced their little writing baby and asked the dreaded question: “What do you think?”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PANIC TIME~~~~~
Just kidding. It’s going to be fine.
Just follow these simple steps:
Ask what kind of feedback they are looking for.
Listen to what they tell you.
Ask follow up questions if you need clarification.
Give them the feedback they’re looking for without an evaluative statement.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!
An evaluative statement tells whether something is good or bad. The trouble is, good and bad are relative. They depend on whether or not we are the target audience for something. They depend on whether or not we have a personal connection to the subject matter. They even depend on our level of language learning!
So, instead of trying to make an evaluative statement (such as, “It was really good because ____”), give an impression of your experience to the writer. Think of it like a sports play-by-play. The writer needs to know what effect or impression their work has on a reader, so that they can make an informed decision about whether or not they were successful with what they were attempting with their work.
Ex: Saying, “I don’t like [character]” is not helpful, really. Saying, “[Character] fully creeped me out when ___ and I can’t shake the feeling that ____” helps the writer know if they met their goal. Maybe they wanted that character to read as romantic. Or maybe creepy. Or maybe something else. Who knows?
Here are some possible ways to give non-evaluative statements as feedback:
I felt really connected to the moment when …
[This character] felt real to me when…
I didn’t understand when…
I found myself losing focus when…
_______ was confusing to me because…
I felt ________ when ________ because… (good emotional feedback words here might be: frustrated, victorious, depressed, anxious… anything that packs a punch)
As a reader, I wanted to know more about…
Words/phrases to avoid:
I liked/I disliked: Your liking doesn’t matter. Maybe the author wanted you to dislike something. This is too superficial and/or arbitrary. It’s not helpful to editing or improvements.
You should: My writer friend and I used to joke that this was people “should-ing” all over the place. Don’t tell something that they should change their work a certain way. Just let them know the impression it made on you, and the writer can make that decision for themselves.
Good/bad: Evaluative. These are unhelpful.
LEVEL 3: “THEY JUST ASKED ME WHAT I WOULD CHANGE ABOUT IT AND I DON’T WANT TO HURT THEIR FEELINGS.”
First of all, congratulations on being someone that the writer really trusts. Most of the time, writers don’t just open themselves for editorial possibilities like that. It’s a good move to thank them for their trust and openness, and stay gracious about the opportunity to join them in their creative process.
Secondly, trust the writer. Some of us have pretty thick skins and have been through the workshop processing a lot. Speaking from personal experience, it’s now easy for me to filter out feedback I want from feedback I don’t want. (It wasn’t always that way. I was pretty brutalized after my first few workshops, until I realized that I actually did have a long way to go as a writer. Checkmate, ego.) My dear one @elizabethsyson used to apologize to me for going over my short stories with a fine-toothed editorial comb, while I was on the other side of the computer practically vibrating with excitement that my online friend cared so much about these stories to spend time helping me improve them in meaningful ways. It meant the world to me (still does) and I loved it.
My favorite response to a request for edits/changes is to do a sample paragraph or two. You can say something like: “In order to improve [clarity, rhythm, characterization, what-have-you], I might change it to something like this. Obviously it’s just a rough go at it, but maybe it will spark some ideas for you! Feel free to trash whatever you don’t like.” Low pressure, experimental, fun. The way all friendly edits should be!
THE BOTTOM LINE
Stay warm, stay kind, stay supportive.
Writeblr Community: Did I miss anything?
@madammuffins @mvcreates @dove-actually @pens-swords-stuff @undinisms @royalbounties @kaatiba @whymanwrites and everyone else, regardless of whether I tagged you or not… Add your two cents! How do you ask for feedback? What have your experiences been?
My favorite form of redemption arc is “I hate that I have morals now”
Like “I realized that I was in the wrong and now I will work hard to atone” is good and all, but “how dare you infect me with morals” will always be so much more entertaining
That moment the former baddie starts to walk away from some bad situation, almost gets out, and then just stops, curses, and turns around to go help?
*chef’s kiss* delicious
This one gets it
Medusa in culture
(Medusa c. 1618 Peter Paul Rubens, Medusa: Solving the Mystery of the Gorgon - Stephen Wilk, Medusa On Her Throne Reza Sedhi, Female Rage: Unlocking Its Secrets, Claiming Its Power - Mary Valentis and Anne Devane, Medusa c. 1640 Gian Lorenzo Bernini, The Laugh of the Medusa - Helene Cixous, Medusa Robin Isley)
You know what I love about the myth of Medusa? It has all of the shit we still deal with today.
Poseidon, God of the Seas, raped and impregnated a beautiful young maiden named Medusa in Athena’s temple. Athena was the Goddess of Wisdom and War. Athena, enraged by this behavior, cursed Medusa, whose locks of hair became hundreds of coiling and hissing snakes, and whose mere direct sight would turn people to stone. Many years later, Perseus, the demigod son of Zeus, hunted Medusa down and cut off her head to gift it to Athena and satisfy the quest assigned to him by Polydictes, King of Siphos.
Isn’t this familiar?
A young woman gets raped by someone in power. Another woman, less powerful than the perpetrator is offended by this behavior and punishes the victim, having no one else to blame and punish effectively. The girl suffers alone, with no help or healing and is left pregnant by the terrible incident. And then, someone young and brave and powerful who should have helped her instead comes to harm her and destroys her. Society speaks nothing of the rape, but instead vilifies the victim because she, having no support system and no help, attacks everyone who approaches her. Everyone celebrates the death of the monster, but no one speaks of what creates the monster.
We haven’t changed. We’re just as shitty as the myths make us out to be. Except now, it’s more specific and out in the open rather than hidden away behind pretty words and poetry.
Medusa is feared by many. She’s feared by men because she is the epitome of female wrath. She turns to stone anyone that looks at her. Isn’t that one of a man’s worst fears? That he won’t be able to simply look at that which he thinks beautiful? A guy in modern times might pass by a pretty girl and say, “Smile, baby! You look prettier when you smile!” And he eggs her on more when she glares at him.
Men have gotten accustomed to being able to look at what they please, speak how they please, act how they please. They’ve been given so many free passes to just do whatever the fuck. And if a woman ever punishes him for doing something untoward, she immediately becomes the monster and the demon, instead of him.
Medusa is perfect because she is what every woman has wanted to be. Not for the destroying later on, but for the sheer power. She just has to make eye contact with someone, and they’ll turn to stone. How many women have wanted to just glare at a guy and turn him into rock? Well, maybe not that many with that specific scenario, but women want guys to stop doing stupid, annoying shit. And Medusa does that all the time. She went from being a victim of a terrible event to holding the world in the palm of her hand.
Women want that kind of power because we know some men won’t stop no matter how many times it’s said. Because the law is afraid to punish people harshly for truly diabolical crimes. The law wants to protect young men in college who raped a girl simply because they’re afraid of what’ll become of his career. The law wants to tell women, “Well, if you were wearing ______, you were asking for it!” That won’t be verbatim, but that’s the implication, isn’t it?
That looking attractive and wanting to feel beautiful in clothes you like warrants sexual assault? That simply wearing clothes that show some skin because that makes you feel confident and beautiful warrants sexual assault?
We really should be changing the discussion on rape and all of that shit. But really, no one wants to, I think. Maybe I’m wrong, but who knows?
I wouldn't dream of sharing this photo of Wayne LaPierre and Russian Spy Maria Butina.
Oops! I accidentally re-blogged this picture of NRA President WAYNE LA PIERRE and RUSSIAN SPY MARIA BUTINA
I am ashamed
hey thats funny, i meant to reblog a meme but it seems i’ve reblogged a picture of nra president wayne la pierre with russian spy marina butina
Whoops, my finger slipped
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
#what the fuck happened here
This is my favorite post in all of tumblr
reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia
reblog it, because Russia can´t
Thanks Obama
When Russia makes this post illegal
I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS
THE POST, THE P O S T
Can we just… normalize teens loving their parents? Like obviously you’re not obligated to if your parents are shitty, but damn, I love my mom. She’s there for me all the time and sure we have rough patches but honestly she’s the greatest. Like. We need teens to know that they don’t have to hate their parents just cause.
It must be nice to come from a nonabusive family. One that doesn’t traumatized every emotional interaction to the point where you drive away any sign of love as a form of manipulation because that’s all that you were raised with. 🤷♀️
It is.
Reading Comprehension
but loving ur parents is already normalized and its the kids w/ abusive parents that actually have to deal with misunderstandings and ignorance from others regarding this topic.
Hey there, I’m talking about the trope where it’s seen as super uncool to like your parents that was literally pushed on teens through the media since the culture shift in the early 60s. The post has nothing to do with abusive parents. I was abused as a kid and honestly if the trope where teens have to hate their parents to be cool died, then kids with actual abusive parents would have an easier time recognizing abuse this has been a psa
“if the trope where teens have to hate their parents to be cool died, then kids with actual abusive parents would have an easier time recognizing abuse”
Teen with abusive parents: I hate my parents
Teen influenced by society: Me too mine are the worst
The takeaway for teen 1: This is normal and it’s supposed to be this way
The takeaway for teen 2: My friend’s parents are like mine
The takeaway for any adult listening: All kids who complain about their parents are just being rebellious
this is important
2MSS #24: Fleeing the Present
From @writingprompts365‘s post: A character refuses to tell their name to someone.
Day 24 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 382
Constructive criticism welcome!
Henry slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed off to the park. There was too much time in his hands and he needed a break from studying for the next academic year. Math equations and classic texts were fun to study but not for the whole day. Mum had waved him off with a smile, thinking he was going to the library.
University is so soon. Mum wanted him to go into something profitable. Something people could get a PhD in. Henry would rather paint. Flowers, people, places — anything that captured his interest. Recently, nothing had. People were predictable. The city never had anything new. It was like living in a black-and-white film.
The park was quiet for a Friday afternoon. An old couple sat at a bench, conversing. Beneath a tree sat a girl reading a book. Her waist-length hair was as dark as a raven’s feather. Its thick mass wrapped itself around her, curls forming by her chin. Like she’s covered in a protective blanket.
Something about her expression pulled him in. I wonder what she’s thinking about — she obviously doesn’t care about the book. The girl glanced upwards and locked eyes with him. A look of surprise swiftly faded into an expression of boredom. No point not talking, now that she’s seen me.
“Hey. You look bored. What’s your name?”
“What if I don’t want to tell you It’s for your own good, trust me.”
“And why is that? I’m Henry. I like painting.”
“‘Cuz I’ll be gone real soon. Don’t bother with me — I’m no muse.”
“You’re moving? Wish I could too. This place is boring.”
She’s got spunk. Haven’t seen that in a while. Henry hoped she was joking. The girl went silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
“That’s exactly why I’m moving. I’ve been searching for something interesting for centuries. Literal centuries,” she replied, resting her icy gaze on him.
“Literal centuries? Are you joking, immortal or a time-traveller?”
“Two out of the three things you’ve just said are true.”
Henry had been scouring the city for someone different. And there she was: the time-traveller. His pulse pounding in his throat, he pleaded, “Take me with you.”
“Damn, it’s been 400 years and I’ve never had a pal. It’s Helene.”
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yooo this is such a cool premise!! Are you going to continue it?
maybe today, if my plot idea works out :D
2MSS #24: Fleeing the Present
From @writingprompts365‘s post: A character refuses to tell their name to someone.
Day 24 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 382
Constructive criticism welcome!
Henry slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed off to the park. There was too much time in his hands and he needed a break from studying for the next academic year. Math equations and classic texts were fun to study but not for the whole day. Mum had waved him off with a smile, thinking he was going to the library.
University is so soon. Mum wanted him to go into something profitable. Something people could get a PhD in. Henry would rather paint. Flowers, people, places — anything that captured his interest. Recently, nothing had. People were predictable. The city never had anything new. It was like living in a black-and-white film.
The park was quiet for a Friday afternoon. An old couple sat at a bench, conversing. Beneath a tree sat a girl reading a book. Her waist-length hair was as dark as a raven’s feather. Its thick mass wrapped itself around her, curls forming by her chin. Like she’s covered in a protective blanket.
Something about her expression pulled him in. I wonder what she’s thinking about — she obviously doesn’t care about the book. The girl glanced upwards and locked eyes with him. A look of surprise swiftly faded into an expression of boredom. No point not talking, now that she’s seen me.
“Hey. You look bored. What’s your name?”
“What if I don’t want to tell you It’s for your own good, trust me.”
“And why is that? I’m Henry. I like painting.”
“‘Cuz I’ll be gone real soon. Don’t bother with me — I’m no muse.”
“You’re moving? Wish I could too. This place is boring.”
She’s got spunk. Haven’t seen that in a while. Henry hoped she was joking. The girl went silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
“That’s exactly why I’m moving. I’ve been searching for something interesting for centuries. Literal centuries,” she replied, resting her icy gaze on him.
“Literal centuries? Are you joking, immortal or a time-traveller?”
“Two out of the three things you’ve just said are true.”
Henry had been scouring the city for someone different. And there she was: the time-traveller. His pulse pounding in his throat, he pleaded, “Take me with you.”
“Damn, it’s been 400 years and I’ve never had a pal. It’s Helene.”
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@galaxy-charm @rhyseoshaughnessy @icedcoffeewriting @jiynix
2MSS #23: Quality of Life (?)
From @writingprompts post.
Day 23 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 1978
Constructive criticism welcome!
I want money, a mansion and a pretty girl. That day was Life-Switching day. The day our souls would switch in a manner so unpredictable that it was nicknamed The Great Casino. We would enter new bodies, with different genders, ages and wealth levels. This system was supposed to address inequality. But I was not sure how, as it seemed to boil down to how well-off one was. 365 days to make it big, or bust.
It was my first time in America. Over the past few years, I had a streak of Eastern European lives, followed by four years of being in China. I was a James Luther, living in a small apartment in a city full of people adjusting to their new lives. There were many smiles but twice as many sad faces. Guess I’m really not alone in this struggle. The apartment was outfitted with furniture that seemed older than the apartment itself. In the cracked bedroom mirror, I studied my new self. Last year’s Luther definitely didn’t make it.
Judging by the poor furniture, unemptied wastebasket and an emerging beer belly, I had a lot of things to do. To my luck, there was a gym next door. With the few dollar bills in my wallet, I got a membership card and started on the machines. Did I really deserve this life? I’ve never liked anything I got — except when I was an attractive Chinese guy. Well, I suppose I did flunk my college final exams last year… Sweat was dripping off me as if I had walked through a thunderstorm. My arms were shaking. Flexing my biceps turned into a fit of agonising pain. I gave up and returned home.
“I hate this new life,” muttered the man behind the counter.
“I hate my new life too.”
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This is so clever!! I love this concept so much, I wanna read a whole book about it!! 🤩
aah, thank the person who came up with the prompt!! i can’t take credit for their genius :D
2MSS #23: Quality of Life (?)
From @writingprompts post.
Day 23 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12
Word count: 1978
Constructive criticism welcome!
I want money, a mansion and a pretty girl. That day was Life-Switching day. The day our souls would switch in a manner so unpredictable that it was nicknamed The Great Casino. We would enter new bodies, with different genders, ages and wealth levels. This system was supposed to address inequality. But I was not sure how, as it seemed to boil down to how well-off one was. 365 days to make it big, or bust.
It was my first time in America. Over the past few years, I had a streak of Eastern European lives, followed by four years of being in China. I was a James Luther, living in a small apartment in a city full of people adjusting to their new lives. There were many smiles but twice as many sad faces. Guess I’m really not alone in this struggle. The apartment was outfitted with furniture that seemed older than the apartment itself. In the cracked bedroom mirror, I studied my new self. Last year’s Luther definitely didn’t make it.
Judging by the poor furniture, unemptied wastebasket and an emerging beer belly, I had a lot of things to do. To my luck, there was a gym next door. With the few dollar bills in my wallet, I got a membership card and started on the machines. Did I really deserve this life? I’ve never liked anything I got — except when I was an attractive Chinese guy. Well, I suppose I did flunk my college final exams last year… Sweat was dripping off me as if I had walked through a thunderstorm. My arms were shaking. Flexing my biceps turned into a fit of agonising pain. I gave up and returned home.
“I hate this new life,” muttered the man behind the counter.
“I hate my new life too.”
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YOOOOOO THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING STORY OH MY GOD
THIS READS LIKE A REAL PUBLISHED BOOK ITS SO GOOD AND HAS AN AWESOME PREMISE AND PLOT AAAA 💕💖😍
thaMK U WHY R U SO KIND <333
BECAUSE YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER 🤩
sCreAMs in ConFuseD