Write without Fear

Edit without Mercy

[thegirlwhocriesacademia]

Will you go to that weird little bookstore with me to dramatically read passages from our favourite books to each other….haha just kidding…unless?

[promptcenter]

"You were born royal, but you will die a peasant."

[disneyadaptations]

The other ships will still be looking to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead, and what will they see? Frightened bilgerats aboard a derelict ship? No, no they will see free men and freedom! Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End

[eisyi-deactived2019]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.

[stinson-png-deactivated20210103]

“Girls want a Superman, but they walk past a Clark Kent every day”

You fuckin CLOWNS think you’re a CLARK KENT? Not on my fuckin watch. You dumb, headass motherfuckers are barely a Guy Gardner and you think you’re a CLARK KENT? The amount of disrespect is unreal.

[bairnsidhe]

Listen here, wannabes: My boi Clark is 240 lbs of PURE KANSAS BEEF trained from a young age by Ma Kent to Love and Respect women as the Intelligent, Independent beings they are.  He is shy rambling about tractors and casually moving the copy machine when my pen falls behind it and he would NEVER demand I be sexually or romantically interested just because he’s nice.

Y’all ain’t Clark Kent.

[chaosinacoffeecup]

I have never hit the reblog button so damn fast.

[therobotmonster]

“barely a Guy Gardner” is the sickest comics related burn I’ve heard to date. 

[pre-party]

[writewithoutfear-k]

What was it like?

Was it something out of the movies?

   Did your eyes meet from across the room? It was like the chaos stopped: the only things even seeming to breathe were you two. And then he moved, only this time... it was towards you. 

Was it full of passion?

   Did he squeeze your hips to pull you close, as if the only thing holding him on this earth anymore was the feel of your body close to his? Did your breath intermix with his as your foreheads touched, as if he was drawing strength just by a shared moment together

Was it just a Thursday?

    A passing blow, a hello...a goodbye... not in the sense that he wouldn’t be back... but that sense that he would be there always. 

Was it a mistake?

   Was it welcome? Were you pressured? It’s ok if it hasn’t happened yet right? I mean you’re 28. There’s nothing wrong with you, right? Please someone tell me

What was it like? The first kiss?

[writewithoutfear-k]

WOTD- Tempestuous

Of or relating to or resembling something stormy or violent.

Why?

I swear on whoever you believe in, WHY?

I had it under control. I was in charge. Everything was happening as it should.

Then you. 

With your negativity, and selfishness, and all together bull crap that goes along with your inability to relax for even a second.

Then! 

THEN WHEN I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO RAISE MY VOICE FOR ONE SECOND DURING MY OTHERWISE CALM DAY YOU HAVE THE GALL TO SUGGEST THAT I’M DOING SOMETHING WRONG!

BEFORE YOU, IT WASN’T WRONG. THERE WAS PEACE. HARMONY. RESPECT. then you walk in and it’s gone in an instant...

but cool. 

it’s my fault, right? I couldn’t understand because i’m not like you. I don’t get to do the same thing you’ve been doing since you walked in because i’m not like you. I don’t have what you have....

Got it.

Then stop asking me. 

[wnq-words]

Uitwaaien  |  @wnq-words

[writewithoutfear-k]

“To write with the wind”

[writewithoutfear-k]

WOTD- “gloss”

meaning: to provide a brief explanation or interpretation.... also that annoying lip stuff that gets stuck to everything. 

Glossing over the fact that I was in love with him to nothing to resolve me to the fact that he was completely wrong for me. I mean he was. Wasn’t he?

He liked black licorice. 

Does that even make sense anymore? it’s 2018. Who keeps putting that on the shelf?

But...the way he holds my cheek when he leans in to kiss me. 

and when he cheered the loudest as I crossed the stage to earn my masters...

The way he winks at me from across the room, even though it’s full of people. 

Oh, and did I tell you about the time....he.... *sigh* Yea... beautiful

So I guess maybe...I can do something for him too.

I will. 

I promise I will.

I will never use the lip gloss again, and I’m sorry that it got all over your lips and you tasted like strawberries...Well...  I’m not too sorry about that. 

[writewithoutfear-k]

I’m stuck. 

So, i’m here. 

To get unstuck. 

Thank you for your time.