@tfw-all-good-usernames-are-taken drew my baby, Abigail!! :D I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, I CAN’T EVEN. Thank you, thank you, thank you friend!!
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@tfw-all-good-usernames-are-taken drew my baby, Abigail!! :D I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, I CAN’T EVEN. Thank you, thank you, thank you friend!!
Mini Introduction??
Well, shit. I need to write more, and meet some fellow writers on here, so here’s a mini introduction:
My name is Joyce, and I knew that I wanted to be an author since second grade. I love to learn about all forms of writing. As a child, I actually spent a lot of time analyzing books that I read. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I struggle with writing description, and I love to come up with quotes and write in my characters’ voices. My favorites are Terez’s and Allen’s. :’)
I’ll probably post writing prompts every once in a while, specifically writing prompts. I’ll mostly post little scenes that I imagine or my responses to writing prompts. If you ever want to shoot me a message or an ask, or reblog something I wrote and add onto it, please do! I would love to communicate with other writers!!
And one last thing: I adopted Holden Caulfield, Puck and Hamlet as my children. <3
“To find beauty in such a thing. Snowflakes falling from the sky. Shoved this way and that by the wind. Nothing to hold onto. No stability. None. Powerless concerning where it will end up in the end. To begin with such originality, such uniqueness, none of the other snowflakes having that individual snowflake’s same pattern, only for it to fall atop the others and then be viewed as a blanket of white, stripped of it’s individuality to fade amongst its fellow snowflakes.”
“I suppose it is a monstrosity to take delight from looking out the window...”
“And to instead ignore the beauty that the world has to offer? To turn away from millions of snowflakes dancing to a song that only they can hear until, one by one, they join the other snowflakes to stay or melt together and are ready to catch and care for other snowflakes that wish to join them?”
“Good God, you make my head hurt.”
“I make you think. A hurting head is a sign of a lazy mind. Never let your mind grow lazy, Alice.”
Sam’s Advice #1
Alright, so apparently there are people in the world whom need some advice, and decided that it’d be a good idea to come to me. But I suppose that I’ll grace you all with my wisdom. First letter I’ve got here is from Anonymous:
Dear advice columnist (that is really just fucking Sam),
I've known this guy for quite a while now and I really like him, I just feel like we never have the right time or moment for me to make a move of some sort. Also sometimes he acts strangely, as if he doesn't know me all that well. What can I do to become closer to him and see if he likes me?
Well, Ro- I mean “Anonymous,” I’m going to take a guess and say that you both know each other pretty well already. So really, you just need to tell Ze- the guy how you feel and figure out how he feels, you need to wait for that right moment.
Just like a writer waiting for THE RIGHT words to write something (breaking down the fourth wall and calling out the blogger), or a photographer needs THE RIGHT scenery to take a picture.
I totally get it. I mean, waiting for wind to blow the trees leaves just right, or for every strand of my model’s hair to be just right, or when I’m taking pictures at the zoo then for the animals to get in the right positions-
If I wanted for the right time to take a picture, I would be living in a box on the side of the road while other photographers, real photographers, seized all of the opportunities that I passed up in sake of waiting for perfection.
Take charge of the situation and make it the right moment, before someone else does. As much as I hate having to type out this cheesy shit, if you keep waiting for the right moment, you will become an old woman or man living alone while children are throwing eggs at your house. And making the moment right would make your confession much more memorable. For all you know, this mystery man may be acting strangely because he likes you back and is also waiting for the right moment that neither of you are willing to create.
So in short, get your head out of your ass and do something about your feelings.
This has been a session of Sam’s Advice with your favorite asshole, Samuel Raegan.
// Ask Sam for advice! But not for legitimate advice. Sam is a bit of an ass and this is solely for comedic purposes.
Ask Allen and Eleanor for a movie review.
Ask Sam Raegan for advice.