[T]his was what it really meant to be brave: to choose something that terrified you, to give up everything you cared about, to keep going towards a small struggling spark of hope.
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[T]his was what it really meant to be brave: to choose something that terrified you, to give up everything you cared about, to keep going towards a small struggling spark of hope.
Peacemaker by astolat
Silence used to be like breaths within unending conversations. Now, it feels like squandered time.
Crazy For Love by prettyvk
So stop seeing who you are as some kind of insurmountable obstacle to be overcome. It's not. The right person won't care. The right person will just view it as part of all the millions of things that make up you.
Have Pride by notcrypticbutcoy
It's funny, she thinks, how endings remind you of why you began, and it's funny, too, that this feels like the most intimate thing they've done in years. It's funny that they were doing badly long before they ended it, but that she misses him, now. Misses him even though he's right there.
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? by Teatrolley
just poppin in to say THANK YOU for creating this blog. i know it hasn't been as active lately but i'm still so grateful it exists!! hope you have a lovely day!<3
Thank you very much! I would definitely like to get this blog active again, I kinda miss it...
“That’s all that faith is: something to comfort you in moments of vulnerability, to make you feel that you’re not alone. It is necessary, because for most of our lives we are facing our travails alone. Now, what is the opposite of faith?” “I don’t know. Disbelief?” “No,” Jiraiya says, shaking his head. “Not disbelief, but unbelief. The first is natural, the second willful. And what does it mean to be an unbeliever?” Naruto feels his throat go dry suddenly. “To despair.”
Swallowed a Fly by QuillSlinger
There comes a time in our lives when we’re all forced to accept that we can’t paint our portraits with blood forever.
Swallowed a Fly by Quillslinger
A folded up paper, creamy and tattered. You unfold it with shaking hands, or maybe you cut to the chase and tear it in half. You’d call it palsy, but you’re no doctor. You’re just a soldier, with Lord Byron on your copper buttons and your ammunitions stocked with the sharp crescendos of Laurence Binyon. You were saying something to these false prophets, these anglican shepherds, but the only thing you can hear now is the sound of your red, red, hands. Stop screaming, Walt Whitman. It’s unbecoming of a poet.
The Unbecoming of You by Schgain
It is only a vessel, he reminds himself as he strips out of his undershirt and dons a new one, eyes shut. There is no reason to be upset about what you cannot change. He would change it if he could, and sometimes he suspects in his heart that this is what drives his restless search for the spark of life – his wish to remake himself anew, to craft a better vessel for his soul.
you are a ghost by too_much_in_the_sun
Although I write of things in the past, I feel it must be told in the present tense. Such tension will not come out clearly in the dulled picture of the past. It is the difference between colour and black and white to my mind. I must live once again in the moment to understand my thinking.
Ghost by Onmysignalunleashwords
First, probably not nice to call a king mad. Either he's not and takes offense to it, or he is and takes real offense to it. Then it's all bathing in blood and talking to decapitated heads. Messy.
My Templar by IntrovertedWife
hey, how do you get your quotes? and can I promote you to another blog? I think you deserve more followers
Wow, if you want to promote this blog, that’d be amazing! I’d like to get it back up off the ground again.
I usually get quotes by looking at fics in tumblr’s “fic rec” tag and keeping an eye out for lines that stand out. There’s also an option for submission and I had hoped that after a while people would start submitting quotes and I could get a queue going, but unfortunately after over half a year running the blog I still was barely getting any submissions - probably one or two per month - and it was getting more and more exhausting to hunt down quotes myself, so… well, that’s why the blog’s been stagnant lately.
But if there was a way to get people interested in this blog and getting it going again, I would absolutely love it. I’ve been sad to see this project wither like it has been, and would be thrilled if other people were interested in trying to help me keep it around.
This is their movie, their star-crossed lovers play, and we’re just actors who recite our lines and burn with hope beneath the spotlights… and they never really see us or hear us at all.
The Trouble We’re In by Nyxie
I'm incredible, and if I'm not being incredible constantly, I'm merely a sociopath who likes to think about dying.
The Death and Resurrection of the English Language by wordstrings
She doesn’t want this life. This is not the life she’s signed up for. [...] But it’s the life she has. Wake up. Go through the motions. Stop. Repeat. Until one day, maybe it won’t hurt quite so much.
The Life Between by LizParker
There will come a time when you will truly understand the magnitude of love that you have been able to build around you. And then you will never feel alone again.
I need you here with me by WeWalkADifferentPath
You can’t go around punching children, you’re supposed to be respectable now.
Cartographer's Craft by copperbadge