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I’m going to be moving things from here to my newer blog that I check more often.

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[Be] willing to write really badly. It won’t hurt you to do that. I think there is this fear of writing badly, something primal about it, like: “This bad stuff is coming out of me…” Forget it! Let it float away and the good stuff follows. For me, the bad beginning is just something to build on. It’s no big deal. You have to give yourself permission to do that because you can’t expect to write regularly and always write well. That’s when people get into the habit of waiting for the good moments, and that is where I think writer’s block comes from. Like: It’s not happening. Well, maybe good writing isn’t happening, but let some bad writing happen… When I was writing “The Keep,” my writing was so terrible. It was God-awful. My working title for that first draft was, A Short Bad Novel. I thought: “How can I disappoint?

Jennifer Egan

Wilting Rose

Wilting rose, falling star
Falling far from fame
Crying mother in the bar
Sorry that she came

“Why does life keep tempting me?”
She asks, though no one’s there
“Why am I so damn lonely?
Why does no one care?”

Wilting rose, falling star
falling far from fame
Gangster boy waits in the dark
Thinking life’s a game.

“This is cool,” he says out loud
Though it isn’t true
“Bang bang” the shots cry through the crowd
And from the scene he flew

Wilting rose, falling star
Falling far from fame
Little girl in the car
Nothing will be the same.

“Daddy let’s go to the mall”
Her smile warms his heart
A squeal of brakes will end it all
And life does not restart.

Waiting for the Train

Maximum Intensity
Of a trip that’s yet to start
Waiting for that whistle blow
In order to depart

I’m not in any hurry
The moon could wax and wane
I don’t care where I’m going
I’m waiting for the train

Out there the view is endless
Beyond that window pane
I’d wait and wait to see it
So I’m waiting for the train

The weather will not matter
The sunlight, night or rain
I’ll be safe and warm and happy
Just waiting for the train

The crowds go on for miles
Each one shares this pain
Get a ticket, get on board
Stop waiting for the train

No other way to travel
Not car or bus or plane
Those stops just aren’t the same
They cannot hold a candle
To waiting for the train

One Thousand

I’d light a thousand fires for you
And put a thousand out
I’d die a thousand deaths for you
If you’re in any doubt
I’d rather live those thousand lives
Each and every breath
Wander though the dusk with you
And follow you to death
I’ve told you this a thousand times
But now I will confess
You’ll hear it yet a thousand more
Until you answer yes
Sweet ringing bells; I do, I do
Till death and then beyond
I’ll hold a thousand breaths for you
Await your response

traps and snares and loving stares

Tangled in your clinging grasp
Like birds caught in the briar
But hands that grab and hands that clasp
Put out a heart’s pure fire

I tried and tried to live that life
Behind those gilded bars
To clip my feathers with a knife
And only gaze at stars

I could not bear their perfect pleas
They beckoned me to choose
To stay with you and and your whimsies
Or bid my last adieus

I’m sorry for what pain I cause
I needed to break out
But now you’ll see I have my flaws
Only stars, they are without.

Old OCs

no-oh-no:

I’m hereby declaring this Old OC week because I can, damn it >8|

Find an old oc that you haven’t touched in years. One that you loved once upon a time but forgot about as time passed on. Or maybe one that you just never developed as much as you would have liked.

Draw about them, write about them, revamp them.

Show them some love.

(via doodleloser)

Marveltown

Marveltown’s a place of dreams
Where everything is as it seems
Where bright grass and sunflowers grow
Marveltown’s a place I know

Marveltown’s a place I know
Where everyone smiles and says hello
The sun shines bright for all to see
In Marveltown, the place to be

Marveltown’s the place to be
Like shade in summer beneath a tree
But somethings are too good to last
And Marveltown is in the past

Marveltown is in the past
That childhood went by so fast
But between real and not the line is fine
Marveltown’s perfect, and it’s all mine.

The legend of Korra

doodleloser:

mrlimpdick:

nadiezda:

The last episode made me dislike all the ships i wanted to ship, isn’t this romance thing going too fast?

Don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed the episode, it was so funny.

But all i want right now is bromance and adventure :c

me too……

saaaame….

I’ll go ahead and make two ships. One to end all ships: Korra and Asami. The other just out of sheer cuteness, though it can’t physically happen: Naga and Pabu.