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as some of you know, i had you guys ask me questions about marika for my christmas short story, and it really helped me develop her character!
can you guys send me some questions about her best friend?? it would help a lot <3 (her best friend is a guy)
maxeirons replied to your post:maxeirons started following you EXCUSE YOU BITCH...
¯_(ツ)_/¯
when did you even...ok ok nevermind i dont want know
maxeirons replied to your post:OLIVIA I WRote a poem about oliver should i post...
more importantly bc oliver was named after me. do it.
even tho his character has changed so much since i describe him tbh but yea
maxeirons started following you
EXCUSE YOU BITCH WHEN DID YOU UNFOLLOW ME MOTHERFUCK
OLIVIA I WRote a poem about oliver
should i post it idk i don't usually write?? poetry???
ever????
guys! i need your help can you ask me questions about one of the characters in my christmas short story? i need to further develop her character
IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT OKAY CAN YOU PLS SEND ME QUESTIONS I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DO IT CAN LITERALLY BE ANY QUESTION YOU WANT TO ASK
jonathanfiarchild >> noahsweetwine
reblog to spread the word B)
1. For the longest time I thought I could determine what love is the way they do in movies. That to be in love would be to fill pages of lined paper with your name strung in hearts between the letters of my own. I thought love was simple, unassuming, hidden between the pages of a notebook. But loving you is wanting to paint in the sky. To write with fire. Love is wanting to scream your name and raise you a monument. 2. Do you remember the Nike of Samothrace? At the Louvre she has her own towering alcove at the end of a flight of stairs. I’ve seen the photos: imagined the feeling of climbing, each step leading to something profound and unmatched, and at the top she awaits like some crowning jewel, 8 feet in victory. You are that feeling. 3. You are composed of all my favorite contradictions. You’re honeyed iced tea and peppermint lemonade in the summer and long sleeved sweaters and hot coffee. You’re the mountain cradles tucked inland and the wine-dark sea in the winter. 4. I exist to be your broken hourglass. I’m not sure if the sand is escaping through the cracks or stuck in a standstill. Regardless, I’m having trouble keeping the time. 5. How sweet it is to be loved. So why darling do you taste of ashes?
KelleyAnn Elyse, Love Letter Practice
