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Random things that are said at my school #4

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"Here's my advice: Distract yourself. Watch some anime, listen to music, read. Do anything. If it's masturbating, masturbate. Go ahead."

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"You need a hug. But not from me, because I'm socially awkward."

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"How dark is this able to be?"

"As dark as you want."

"Nice."

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"Trademark the stinky."

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*whispers* "My feet are cold."

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"NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR FOOT FETISH KAREN."

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"THE GIRL SITTING IN FRONT OF ME SAID THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING BUT SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE WAS DOING BECAUSE SHE WAS PLAYING DORIAN DOWNS WHEN WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PLAYING OVER THE SEA TO SKYE AND SHE ALSO HIT ME WITH HER BOW AND SAID SHE DIDN'T AND THAT I PROBABLY DESERVED IT."

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*kahoot music playing softly in background*

It be like that sometimes

Reader: “Oh my God! I can’t wait to see what happens next!”

Me, the author, who has been winging this plot since chapter one:

Why do you write? Three motivations— none bad, but all yield different results in timing, pacing, energy source.

For myself

Writing because you wanna, because you need a stress reliever, because it’s freakin fun. This is where I started, and I updated when I wanted and how I wanted and couldn’t have given a shit about opinions on my stories

For others

To bring joy— or angst. To relieve their boredom, spread love for an OTP, share happy with the fandom. This is where I migrated when I got addicted to comments XD Engaged but needy— wanting to be seen, getting easily discouraged. Wanting to stop writing at times.

For the characters

To breathe life. To free them from your mind and ink them into immortality, however known or unknown, they’re out there no longer chained to your imagination but able to run, to breed in other’s minds, to capture. This is where I hope I am now. In love with my characters, driven to write daily because they need a voice. Their story must be told and I am their pair of thumbs and a screen.

ONWARD!

Same tho.

"My favourite color is blood."

Frank Iero, probably.

I never thought that I would see this in the wild.

if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

NICO DI ANGELO IN A LONG BLACK COAT

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