why do coffee makers growl at you. What's the point of all that
They’re called baristas and they’re working very hard, they deserve to let off steam however they’d like.
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@oh-euurydice
why do coffee makers growl at you. What's the point of all that
They’re called baristas and they’re working very hard, they deserve to let off steam however they’d like.
i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming
Oh to be a dragon, submerged in a hot spring. The water hot enough to boil men alive but like a warm bath to you. The rainbow algae at the bottom is soft as a cloud. Your long coils spiral around the pool and your head peaks out just enough to keep your nostrils and eyes above water.
“Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.”
— Octavia E. Butler
apparently i wrote 6 pages ?? when did that happen?? while i was writing?? couldn't be. not so
i am writing the story i needed to hear.
i am writing the story i needed.
i am writing my story because it needs to be told.
i am writing because i will never read myself in a book unless i write it myself.
i just feel like whoever said writing a novel is free therapy is truly correct.
writing a novel is, indeed, free therapy.
Mary Oliver, "Dogfish"
friendships are the sweetest thing in the world. we get to play together and love each other. and hug each other if we get sad
Return from the Stars, by Stanislaw Lem, published 1961.
I love being. a writer
#artists…is the same
[ID 1: A google search for “Red Things”.
ID 2: A tumblr post by @/vicholas that says “drawing is so stupid it truly makes you google shit like table”.
/End ID].
A glimpse of me trying to google “centrifuge” the other day:
The Cruel Prince, Holly Black
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
im not going to hell anymore
Consciousconversations_ on instagram
be patient with your fear, sadness and anger. crouch down next to it as the loving presence of an elder, and ask it: what are you telling me?
how to finish your wip really fast
stop scrolling through tumblr
turn on your laptop
open a google doc
fucking write