#save 4ever

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Some of my favorite Patrick Fabian images

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realistic beach (these screenshots are from yume.wiki)

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Clayton and his fools

[catsharkie-old]

not romantic btw but i think you would taste cold. now cold has a very specific taste, many tastes actually, but the cold im thinking of is the kind of cold you breathe in when youre running on a chilly spring morning, or when you step outside into the frosted air and your breath makes its own beautiful little clouds, and you realize, holy shit, im here. im alive and im worth living for. im making clouds with the air i breathe out and i have a voice and i can talk and people love talking to me so you go back inside with a smile and maybe eat a chocolate or two and. i think this metaphor kind of got out of hand

wheres the wait hold on i need a minute cat . i need it right now

[cd-i]

Don't laugh it's your dad's shirt

[harrieheaux]

Im coming on to get just a little emotional for a second. Was on to check my writing links and fell down a two hour-long rabbit hole of reading back my own fic. 

I just want to say that writing False Pretenses was born of one of the darkest times of my life. I was going THROUGH it, and at the time just completely lost and in therapy for depression. I literally couldn’t see any reason to be alive anymore and the only thing that really made me feel happy was One Direction. I remember the exact conversation with my therapist. I had started reading fic a few weeks prior to that and thought “hey, I could do this!” We started talking about my childhood, my interests and talents that had always been natural for me. She encouraged me to start writing again. I think, in hindsight, I steered the conversation that way because I wanted to give myself permission to write fic. 

I got the juices flowing for a while with blurbs and one-shots and it was great. But then I went through a weird Sylvia Plath phase after reading The Bell Jar and literally the idea for False Pretenses was birthed from that. 

It was nearly a year that it took me to write it and in that time my life changed dramatically. I really believe I wouldn’t be here today, or maybe not in the health that I'm in without Harry and Olivia. When I look back at the chapters I see myself develop and grow as a writer. I remember the literal ions i spent in a coffee shop much like The Night Owl clicking away on this laptop. I am so proud of this work, I think it is the most wonderful thing I’ve done so far. I come back to my characters all the time, I tear up, I laugh, I feel the warm fuzzies. Now I sound like I’m gassing myself up but I just love this story so much, it’s part of the fabric of me. 

I don’t know if I'm going anywhere in particular with this long post but I do want to take the time to say thank you thank you thank you to all the beautiful souls who have left comments on False Pretenses. That feeling, of giving a piece of your heart out through fiction and then having someone take the time to say that it means something to them too? Magical. I am eternally grateful for those words, even more so now that 1dff is gone and with it all the views and comments that I cherished deeply. If you have ever left a comment on my fic, or any other writer’s fic for that matter THANK YOU. I have messages that are over two years old at this point and I still read them and get choked up! I love this community and my readers and mostly Harry <3 

That’s all xxx 

[gettheluudes]

"Sometimes I really suck, but sometimes I think 'YO! I'm the fxckin man!'"- KOOL AD (rapper)

Thanks, Michael. I have no idea what this means, but I'm going to save it forever.

This reminds me of a billboard I see in Atl. The rapper's name is "Mayor Allen," and you can find him at mayorallen.com. You tell me how his music is. Is it worth Das Racist level or better?

ALSO I'm totes coming to y'all's place to watch TWD. I just need to get my ish together.