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The Stonewall Inn
EXPECTATIONS
$LAYYYTER
todays bird
Claire Keane
occasionally subtle

oozey mess

tannertan36
YOU ARE THE REASON
Xuebing Du
Noah Kahan

roma★
hello vonnie

Product Placement
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Doug Jones
seen from India
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Spain

seen from Germany
seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Türkiye

seen from India

seen from Türkiye
seen from Vietnam
seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from Finland
seen from Germany

seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from United States
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How can I become a writer?
Write.
But I don't know where to start.
Write.
But I'm worried.
WRITE.
What if nobody likes it?
W R I T E
What if it's not very good?
Write. Write. WRITE. WRITE.
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Write
“I’m a writer” I mumble to myself as I type “what defines a war crime” into the google search bar
when is buddy holly going to cover africa by weezer
I love weezer 😎
when the plug isn't answering
it was me. I'm actually 22 thank
you know you’re a writer when…
you spend 30 minutes choosing the perfect synonym for “said” only to change it back to “said.”
you google “how long does it take to bleed out” at 3 a.m. and now the FBI is probably watching you.
you write one sentence, stare at it, rewrite it 14 times, and somehow end up back at the original version.
“this scene is so important” but you have no idea what the scene actually is or why it’s important.
you come up with the best story ideas… in the shower… with no way to write them down.
your characters feel like real people but also you’re like “who are these guys and what do they want from me?”
your brain says “start writing!” but instead you reorganize your desk, reread your notes, and spend two hours naming a side character who shows up once.
you’ve cried over your WIP exactly 67 times and will do it again because the pain is the point.
you reread something you wrote and think, “wow, did i peak as a writer three months ago?”
every writing session begins with the sacred ritual of scrolling social media, opening unnecessary tabs, and procrastinating until panic sets in.
you have no idea how long a chapter should be, so you just… vibe.
you can’t watch tv or movies without mentally critiquing the plot, dialogue, and pacing.
your writing playlist is 98% vibes, 2% songs you’ll actually listen to while writing.
you keep a “murder notebook” but swear it’s not suspicious because it’s for your novel (probably).
the phrase “just one more draft” is your eternal mantra, even though you’ve rewritten this thing more times than you can count.
Imo in order to finish your writing project you need to be unhealthily obsessed with your characters to a point where you question your sanity
fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.
'My sweet angels' I say with tears in my eyes and excitement in my veins as I construct the most hurt for my characters I can imagine.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.