It Also Really Bothers Me When Teachers See An Em-dash And Decide That “ah Yes This Student Used Ai—“

hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving

How writers feel when they are forced to kill their favourite character so the plot can move on:

😫🤧

can we talk about how soft of a gesture it is when you put a flower between pages of books to keep it safe with you that someone gave you as a token of their love

there is a cat in my lap. i know the cat (lives in this house. is my dad’s cat) but i do not at all remember when the cat got in my lap. just fucking. appeared apparently. i looked down and cat was there.

<3

Hello wandering traveler. Come rest your weary bones a while.

Don't ever let anybody talk you out of writing or pursuing your passions. Every time you write, you're improving your craft. Every time you read, you're also improving your knowledge of the craft you love. Keep at it, give yourself and your art some grace, and some room to breathe. The only person who can ever stop you from writing is you, and wouldn't that be a shame? You'll never know who might be touched by your work if you give up on it now.

I aspire to have these readers. Keep writing, everyone <3

You know when you get one of those readers who comments on every chapter of your fic, pointing out their favorite parts and quoting lines that really resonated with them?

Yeah, as a writer, this is an absolute gift. ❤️

It’s me. I am she.

She is at a point in her life where she just wants to hug someone and tell them how tired and drained she really is. Someone who can make her feel safe, seen, secured, and protected.

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief