The need to write is a tide that cannot be quelled, and drowns me in despair if I do not heed its call. Everything else can wait, or so my soul pleads to be still so it can sprout its wings.

e.v.e.

Always the writer, never the reader.

I know adverbs are controversial, but "said softly" means something different than "whispered" and this is the hill I will die on.

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

Don’t let anyone who hasn't been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.

k.b. // unknown

Having an emotionally mature partner is TOP TIER. You're able to express yourself freely and openly. They don’t insult you. They don't give you the silent treatment. They don't become aggressive or manipulative. They listen, they respond—they patiently hold a safe space for you.

You have always been there, listening without judgment, no closer friend do I have than your pristine innocence. You listen to my heart when my voice fades away under the weight of pain, or when happiness leaves me speechless. You are the keeper of my secrets and dreams, and the hopes that I dare not speak. You have been a little boat I folded, and sent on the stream of the sky hoping my wishes reach the stars. You have been the handkerchief that has dried my tears, and offered me the solace that only confesion can bring. You have taken my anger and rage, yes, even my hate, and purged me so I can breathe again. My love you have immortalized, and every beautiful creation imagination has bequeathed my mind. How can I not love you more than anything?  I could never leave you, or abandon you, for it would be to deny the part of my soul that beats in you.

e.v.e. (White page)

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"

-filmythings

Me, writing something at 1 am: Omg I'm literally a genius this words sound amazing I ate totally whith this one omfg

The writing: