do you ever have the urge to tell someone to shut the fuck up even when they aren’t talking
'So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.'
Hey guys! I’ve been wanting to do a giveaway for a long time, but since I don’t have a lot of stuff to give away in real life, I decided to do an Animal Crossing giveaway since a lot of my followers play Animal Crossing!
*Thus far I’m only planning on picking 2 winners, but depending on how this…
'She’s a writer’s worst enemy. She’ll make you despise language; adjectives have lost all meaning, and nobody would understand that the world should stop when they read the sentence “she looked at me.” You’ll want to dedicate the first four chapters to the way she moves. You couldn’t describe her face even if you tried, and god, you’ve tried. You’ll stay up till 4:00 am in completely fury, because how the fuck are you supposed to explain that you can feel her voice in your heartbeats? Paper couldn’t possibly hold the weight of her existence, but you will die trying to transfer her there, because you know that a human being like her will never happen again. She’s the reason people become writers.'
'Isn’t it crazy how you could miss a place more than you miss a person? The same person that held your very hand walking down that same street? That spun you around, that kissed you in front of passing strangers? That looked you in the eyes and told you they love you and for that split second you began to believe it? That same person that keeps your mind awake at 4 am while you write about the way your jaw clenches and your finger tips start to tremble just when you hear their name slip from someones mouth. I began to feel sorry for myself because how could I be so cruel to miss the place you would rest your hand on my knee rather than the feeling of my heart pacing faster and faster the closer you got to my thigh? But a place can’t hurt me. A place can’t make me feel like their “one and only” yet when midnight rolls around they’re telling another girl how sexy she looks with her hair down. A place can’t make every vein in my wrists go cold at the thought of you with someone else. A place can’t hurt me. But you can, you will, and you did.'