Writers write because they have to.

Hi c: I'm Amber. My main account is Monday-is-bongo-day I adore writing and I thought of making a tumblr just to share what i have, so here you go.

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“You are the story that never got told, and the only one I want to read.”

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Watch: The Young Turks’ Cenk Uygur nailed why millennials get so much sh*t. 

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Tris had no idea where she wanted to go. By now, she figured her parents were trying to find her, so she made the risky move of heading to the not so great parts of town hoping they wouldn’t look here. Old buildings of failed businesses lined the streets along with dust and decrepit walkways. This was considered the forgotten part of the town, which actually was pretty nice for a small area. The forgotten area was right on the outskirts before a long set of woods. Many of the teens up to no good hung out around here. Tris had never ventured over here until now. The air reeked of dust and cigarette smoke. Tris’ virgin lungs stung and burned. Coughs escaped her mouth although she tried to hold them in. She walked slow to avoid stepping on any of the broken glass that lined the broken down curbs. This place hadn’t been tended to in years. Tris remembered when they wanted to turn it into a shopping mall, but the vote lost because it was too much money to restore the area right now.

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Jah werx, and I’m fine today.

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The day I found out who I was is the same day I left you.

me

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At what point will feeling okay be more than just words?

me

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PARTS OF MY BOOK:

Casey shivered at the thought of Tris making another appearance and decided she had to reach out to her. She had to make sure Tris stayed far away. Casey focused on what she would say to Tris as she did the unimaginable with these men in exchange for alcohol and cigarettes. She hadn’t always needed them this bad, but she had never cared so little for herself that she would prostitute herself for things she could get other ways if she tried hard enough.  Life had become bleak and unenjoyable in the worst ways. She needed love, and found it only in the short, emotionless moments spent with these vile men.

“Are we done here now?” Casey practically begged.

Stress made this night even more difficult than it normally is. The men laughed a little and took swigs of their own alcohol before getting out the little bit they had to give to Casey.

“We are for now. See you next time, little girl,” Jason whispered close to Casey.

A chill went down her spine as she snatched what she wanted and ran away. She thought if this kept happening then it would begin to get easier, and maybe even start to fill some hole that was opened deep inside her. To her dismay, these nights only ripped her wounds wider. For weeks she had been asking herself what in her life was worth it anymore, but more recently the questions become “is life worth it at all?”

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I wasn’t there at your worst, so I didn’t expect you to be there at mine. But, there you were. You did everything for me that I couldn’t do for you, let alone myself. 

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To the story never told:

I’m sorry. You were my greatest masterpiece.

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I can do without you, but do I want to?

stuff for books 

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You were almost the words on my endless pages of writing. You were almost the main character in a story that will never have an ending. You were almost the ink I’d use to write you over and over again because I couldn’t get you out of my mind. But you spilled yourself on my pages. You smudged the words I carefully picked out to represent you. You gave an ending to my neverending story and I haven’t recovered. The pages are misnumbered, the ideas are strayed, and you were your own character’s fatal flaw.

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Make me feel like I'm not a lost cause.

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Disconnect two hearts to disconnect a souls reason for existing.

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Zane’s eyes fought to stay open. He fought to stay on the world. There was little light left in him. Even with the dim light, it was still brighter than even the largest star. His voice, that was once melodic, was tainted with strings of pain. Words that could sing became scratches against a chalkboard.

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Every single person contains a world. But, what in the world is a world? In order to relate to a world you have to start at the horizon. There's no world without a horizon and no horizon without a subject. You have become the subject of my world, intertwining us in the mess that is existence.

thoughts during philosophy 

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I want it all and I want nothing at the same time.

want do i want