Aug 15, 2017
"If u put the killing thing right between your teeth,but don't give it the power to do its killing"
John green
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"If u put the killing thing right between your teeth,but don't give it the power to do its killing"
John green
Okay y’all listen up. I having a writing project due tomorrow and I need feedback ASAP.
UNWIND
My hands are tight.
Six fingers wrapped around,
the other four are twisted.
They all cling to what they can
whispering a silent prayer in their strength
Closer,
each second closer.
My eyes dart from the blazing emerald,
and all its false security, to
the empty space just beyond it.
Cross the line,
into the ring.
There are no rules in this fight.
There is no guarantee to life.
My stomach drops, and
with it every thought of safety.
A leap of faith,
jumping into a sea of
unknown possibilities.
A million and one seconds
separate the shores of safety.
Keep going,
keep pushing forward.
Hesitate and death
becomes imminent,
sure to follow you
right to the grave.
That little infinity,
that pocket of time,
the one that didn’t seem
to end, is over.
I’m in the clear,
yeah right,
because here comes
another blazing
emerald green
light
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enjoltaire week - day 5 - the graffiti au
(GUYS IF SOMEONE COULD MAKE THIS A FIC I WOULD HONESTLY CRY)
imagine both enjolras and grantaire are graffiti artists.
grantaire does legal, paid stuff. he gets hired to paint amazing murals on the sides of aquariums and other buildings. his work as absolutely fantastic, and he’s quite famous for it.
enjolras does the illegal kind of graffiti. the kind of graffiti with strong political messages that appear overnight, signed with a simple “rousseau” in red spray paint,
all is fine and dandy until one day, grantaire checks on one of his older murals, and there’s a distinguishable “rousseau” on the corner, and a red X over a man and a woman holding hands. below it reads “DOWN WITH HETERONORMATIVITY”
needless to say, grantaire is fuming.
he stakes out the location for two days, never leaving (and if so, he has to keep it in vantage point). the guy has to come back some time, right? and he does.
oh, he does.
wielding more red spray paint, he begins to paint lines under his tag, using a flashlight like a fucking idiot. R is about to pounce but then the flashlight shines in the man’s face - and fuck, he’s hot.
grantaire just sidles awkwardly up to him, and enjolras is frozen in shock, terrified to be reported to the police (lol what a hypocrite) and the light drizzle that had been occurring becomes a sudden downpour. enjolras has no choice but to get into grantaire’s black station wagon and be driven home by a really, really hot guy with a ton of easels, canvases, and spray paint in his trunk.
I have a thing where I want to write a lot and I have a lot of good ideas but I just don't know exactly how to develop them so I start writing but eventually get stuck and move on to something else and when I come back to it I'm still stuck and I don't really know what to do... Help.