I WALK A FINE LINE, BETWEEN THE RIGHT AND THE REAL

Gess from Canada. Just another 24 year old with an arts degree trying to sort her life out. I'm real big on language, writing and pop-punk.

[forageables]

a list of quirks for characters to make them a little more interesting

doesn’t like to wear shoes

always has a piece of sugarfree gum in their mouth

has a collection of cartoon dvds

walks everywhere they go

only wears pastel colors

won’t go anywhere without three hairbands on their wrist

refuses to wear any shoes except red converse

has a crippling fear of something mundane like mushrooms

has a dream notebook filled with every dream they can remember

has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits

only wears vintage clothing

has damaged hair from messing with it too much

super good at advanced math but can’t do addition for shit

believes in the supernatural, like ghosts

likes to go on midnight shopping trips and run through stores

gets too emotionally attached

loves dogs and has three of them

has hallucinations, but not scary ones

works at a fast food establishment in their free time

always carries a musical instrument with them

always carries a sketchbook with them

likes to name inanimate objects

strictly against drug use

excessively polite

excessively indecisive

can recite the first 200 digits of pi

can only play clocks by coldplay on the piano and plays it 24/7

gets itchy skin when anxious

has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep

worries that if they do one thing wrong they’ll die

obsessed with puzzles

obsessed with rpg videogames

texts with one thumb

always has red painted nails

an amazing runner with super toned legs

has a beautiful voice

has restless legs, especially at night

has terrible performance anxiety

doesn’t like to turn assignments in because they’re afraid they’ll fail

loves science but is really bad at it

can/can’t make friends easily

likes to lie in fields and stare at the stars

believes that wishes can come true

falls deeply in love

bruises super easily

beautiful/horrible handwriting

ambidextrous

only likes nintendo games

only drinks sparkling water

doesn’t watch tv/listen to music

goes to concerts every week

likes slam poetry

likes to study in coffee shops/libraries

doesn’t understand politics but tries nonetheless

wears the same sweatshirt every day

collects sweatshirts

works three part time jobs

crazy intelligent but super shy

likes to memorize phone numbers instead of writing them down

loves to calculate probability

gets homesick very easily

wants to leave home very badly

trips a lot

can’t dance but tries anyway

brushes their teeth seven times a day

incredibly honest to a sometimes brash extent

only draws with mechanical pencils

only writes with pens

collects pens from hotels

wants to believe in heaven but can’t

watches a ton of anime

makes people cute nicknames

makes people origami

uses origami as a coping mechanism

owns a ton of t-shirts from hot topic, but has never been inside

makes all their own food

vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian

eats rice krispies every morning

does everything “for the aesthetic”

watches kids shows

goes to a private school

short term memory loss

loves disney movies

makes lists of random things in their free time

only eats foods with a spoon

only likes to wear skirts

never has their hair down

dyes their hair every two weeks

likes to collect pokemon cards

gets obsessed with games really easily

gives up too easily

gets their heart broken too often

has a mysterious disease

has a big social media following

tries too hard to be popular

likes to draw everything and everyone

can eat a whole lemon

listens to “edgy” music all the time

[wordsnquotes]

“And then there is the undying flame that demands for more, more, more. I am selfishly inclined towards the maximum: in love, beauty, and greatness.”

— Mars Kneale

[quietlotus]

“Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the centre of the world.”

— John Burroughs

[faerieology]

edinburgh, scotland

[lemonwafers]

“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco (via books-n-quotes)

[feminist-voices]

[ninasdrafts]

“All they ever write about is first love. A love that’s so spectacular and all-consuming, it stops time. A love that’s new and is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s all red roses and fireworks and not being able to fall asleep at night because your heart won’t stop racing, because your mind won’t stop coming up with a new perfectly made-up scenario every other minute. It’s bright eyes and wide smiles and nervous laughter. It’s first times and excitement and feeling out of breath all the time. But isn’t it the second love we should pay more attention to, at least as much as we focus on our first, if not even more? Or to the third, or the fourth? Isn’t it the getting back up that really matters, after we lost faith in ourselves and in other people, after we thought we’d never fall in love again, never let anyone else get as close? Think about the ones who nurse their wounds on the inside, allowing them to scar over the years and emerge with new skin grown over their cuts. Think about those who hide away their softness, turn stories into secrets, those who are afraid of letting anyone see them for who they really are until they meet someone and slowly decide to throw caution to the wind. Isn’t it amazing that these people find the courage to put themselves out there again even though they’ve been torn down time and again? That they choose to tear down the walls they spent years building? This one goes out to all of you. This is for the ones who still try despite the pain, the disappointments and the bad memories they carry in their hearts.”

— second and third and fourth / n.j.

[ninasdrafts]

“All they ever write about is first love. A love that’s so spectacular and all-consuming, it stops time. A love that’s new and is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s all red roses and fireworks and not being able to fall asleep at night because your heart won’t stop racing, because your mind won’t stop coming up with a new perfectly made-up scenario every other minute. It’s bright eyes and wide smiles and nervous laughter. It’s first times and excitement and feeling out of breath all the time. But isn’t it the second love we should pay more attention to, at least as much as we focus on our first, if not even more? Or to the third, or the fourth? Isn’t it the getting back up that really matters, after we lost faith in ourselves and in other people, after we thought we’d never fall in love again, never let anyone else get as close? Think about the ones who nurse their wounds on the inside, allowing them to scar over the years and emerge with new skin grown over their cuts. Think about those who hide away their softness, turn stories into secrets, those who are afraid of letting anyone see them for who they really are until they meet someone and slowly decide to throw caution to the wind. Isn’t it amazing that these people find the courage to put themselves out there again even though they’ve been torn down time and again? That they choose to tear down the walls they spent years building? This one goes out to all of you. This is for the ones who still try despite the pain, the disappointments and the bad memories they carry in their hearts.”

— second and third and fourth / n.j.

[kresholicious]

[timotaychalamet]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Drink some coffee and pretend you know what you’re doing.”

— Unknown

[just-shower-thoughts]

If only 1% of people liked you that’s still 75 million people

[dogonthefreeway]

Same kind of music haunts her bedroom. I’m almost me again; she’s almost you.

Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

[tenderwiki]

be still my foolish heart don’t ruin this on me

almost (sweet music) | hozier

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was flame-like and fierily sad. I think she did not know she was sad.”

— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems and Writings; “The Lemon Gardens,”

[sunsetquotes]

“This is not goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”

— Nicholas Sparks; Message in a Bottle

[juansendizon]

“Follow your dreams. It’s okay to walk. It’s okay to crawl. Heck, it’s okay to rest and recharge when you’re tired and continue on your journey the next day. It’s okay not to chase, and it’s okay to travel on your own pace. What matters is that you fall in love with your journey. What matters is that you never give up on following your stars.”

— Juansen Dizon, Pursuit of Healing