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[tinynebula]

A sneak peak of what I’m working on: 

“Was he your son?” asked Nebula out of the blue, while chewing on a small ration bar. It was the only thing they ate per day. In less than a week they would run out of food.

Tony looked at his hands, rough and dirty.

“Not biologically, no,” the constant state of dullness in his head allowed him to speak without fear. It was like being drunk: he understood the words he said a second after they had left his mouth. He had no control or filter, but he was not ashamed either. “But I loved him like he was.”

Nebula frowned and crossed her arms, contemplative. She would do that a lot, playing bad girl and pretending to be offended by the simplest things.

“He was lucky, then,” she said. It took Tony a couple of seconds to understand her. 

“Lucky how?”

Nebula looked towards the window of the ship, away from him. Tony understood her need not to show vulnerability at any cost. 

“He died knowing he was loved. Not everyone gets that luxury.”

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    ❛     you are not going to believe the hell i just went through.     ❜    he had already helped himself to a drink from dionysus’ fridge, settling on the couch like he owned the place, letting out the heaviest sigh of the century.     ❛     i got stabbed by my wife.     ❜

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[dement009]

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[13beachesxx]

i wanna be the type of author people are obsessed with, but not because of my personality or looks or Me as a person at all, but because of my works. purely the works. i want people to be like "oh my god, her shit is on another level and it's so insane" "there's no one writing like her today i'm obsessed" etc etc. i wanna be what the authors of previous eras were to me, what they hold in my mind and imagination. i wanna be somebody's mervyn peake. somebody's mary shelley. somebody's (god! the dream!!) charlotte bronte. that's what i'm truly aiming for here, so i shouldn't even look at nor compare myself to the people in the amazon bestselling top 20. they're not relevant to me. in 100 years maybe, people will have stopped reading their shit. not mine though. i'm making things to last. i'm gonna work until that's reality. i want to have silly characters and serious characters and good characters and horrible, downright terrifying characters a la cormac mccarthy. i know i'm capable of it. i've seen enough horrors in this lifetime to draw from.

and yeah, i know the general public doesn't Read anymore, but my god if i wouldn't try to bring that back too. on a different level than hairry porper stuff because that was, idk. yeah it was good on some levels, but what i can create can be so much bigger. so much better. there's worlds and galaxies and universes and so, so many characters inside me. possibilities on one plane and possibilities on another plane, all cris-crossing and intersecting and being part of this big, living breathing thing inside me that's just dying to get out. if i could only harness it, catch the intangible slithery eels, pin them down and actually get them on paper, do them justice?.....idk man, something pretty crazy and cool might come out of it. my sister was watching the hunger games movies today and all i could think watching was "you too, can create something like this". i absolutely can. i so, so can and i know this deep inside me, and the self doubting and critical parts of me are just up there on the surface, loudly chattering. i should ignore them and try and do the thing anyway.

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[sleepingrose-blog]

Trust me, my dear!

-snaps- That's how fast he'll leave you!

I won't say I told you so--no,

Rapunzel knows best!

So if he's such a dreamboat Go and put him to the test If he's lying Don't come crying! Mother...knows best~!