i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous
look william shakespeare was a glovemaker’s son without any kind of education beyond the basic level who basically ran away from his wife and daughters bc he was sort of a jerk
and he acted a bit and wrote a bit and probably didn’t take his playwriting nearly as seriously as his sonnets bc plays weren’t nearly as big a deal as poetry in 1597 or w/e, but playwriting paid the bills, so
he stole almost every single one of his plots; he set an extraordinary amount of plays in places he had never been and unapologetically got the details completely wrong; he wrote a fuckload of dick jokes
and he got drunk a lot and probably slept with a good number of prostitutes and he couldn’t even spell his own name
and, look— basically what i’m saying here is fuck stephen king, fuck jonathan franzen, fuck kurt vonnegut, fuck chuck fucking palahniuk
you don’t have to be special or magical or take yourself incredibly seriously or be incredibly original or throw yourself headfirst passionately into your work to be a writer
all you have to do is write shit and keep writing shit and sometimes it’s pericles but y’know what sometimes it’s hamlet
and sometimes it’s sonnet 135 which should really be enough for anybody
Look at you, yelling for help.
A l w a y s yelling for help.
TVD meme ► [7/9] Relationships
∟ “You’re a genius. I love you. I love you. Even when I hate you.”
Anonymous said: PLS just draw simon and kieren. kieren making fun of simon’s sweaters? kieren takes simon to the cave? simon stares at kieren too adoringly? dRAW THEm pleaseAnonymous said: ANYTHING IN THE FLESH PLEASEeyjayyarts said: pls draw kieren and simon kissing im so gay and gross sorry
i had more than a few requests for these two so here’s some dumb undead babies smoochin’ in snowy christmas sweaters because it’s only september but apparently i’m already excited for the holiday season
“The boy is destined for greatness, but with you, he is in danger. You are linked, the two of you. You must leave him. This is what I have seen.”
I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?”
“He will die before his time with you by his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft.
Soft and sad.
A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work.
“I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly.
“Then you will love him to ruins,” she said, and let my hands go.”