Let’s just take a moment to remember and perhaps call this the Memorial Day for somebody that you used to know. I used to know someone… as a matter of fact, I knew a lot of people that made a difference to me. But today, right now, I find myself close to tears when I think about it. His…
Let’s just take a moment to remember and perhaps call this the Memorial Day for somebody that you used to know. I used to know someone… as a matter of fact, I knew a lot of people that made a difference to me. But today, right now, I find myself close to tears when I think about it. His name was Jay-Jay. I used to hate him at first, and then he helped me and some other guy and that’s when I noticed that he wasn’t that bad. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t bad at all. It was virtual communication, until the very end, but it was the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. Perhaps you can relate to this…
"It was small talk, at first. It always is. Until the jokes came, and shared laughter. Common interests like reading books, music… sibling rivalry maybe. Anything. There wasn’t a day that would go past without talking- maybe he’d be stupid and it would get awkward and we wouldn’t talk for a day or two out of pride, but we’d end up talking in the end. He was never my boyfriend, we never got to that part, but we always joked about how we’d get married someday, and he’d be a mafia boss or whatever. I’d seen him at his worst, and what he thought was his worst, but I was non-chalant about it. I honestly didn’t mind, because when you feel a certain way about someone, who they are and what they do doesn’t matter. I knew from the very start that it was going to end, sooner or later, although I wished it didn’t, I was also scared that he would find out my secrets. Secrets, that if he were to find out, or knew from the very beginnning, he would have never spoken to me.. I suppose. And when I began to brace myself for the end, I asked, ‘When you turn the page, will you remember me, or will I remain in the past?’ He said, ‘I don’t think I can leave you behind. You’ll always be with me when I write,Like an artist needs their model,I’m the artist, you’re the model. I hadn’t written in so long, not until you.You gave me that inspiration I needed to pick up a pen again.’ I almost cried that night. It’s been a year now and in all that time, I have not thought about him or missed him as much as I did today. And now I have my own OCD in finding someone like him, but I never will."
So today… let’s light a candle for that one person, that you used to know. Share your story, list a name or a nickname ‘. Reblog <3
Only because I refuse to comment on it.. out loud. My mind is another galaxy when it comes tot thoughts.
That mailbox is just like “OH GOD JUST KILL ME IT’S TOO HOT”
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts
I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW
Always reblog because perfection.
It’s really hard, you know? Always being the second choice, always feeling unwanted. And then, someone comes and gets your hopes up, that maybe, maybe you mean a hell of a lot to them. Maybe you’re their number one. And then being pushed 30 stories off of that pedestal and having the concrete be a painful reminder that you are and always have been alone.
We are always told to use body language in our writing. Sometimes, it’s easier said than written. I decided to create these cheat sheets to help you show a character’s state of mind. Obviously, a character may exhibit a number of these behaviours. For example, he may be shocked and angry, or shocked and happy. Use these combinations as needed.
You guys, this is such a great chart especially for budding writers. Sometimes it’s more effective to show a character being bored or excited or shocked without explicitly saying so.
Where had this been all my life?
This isn’t just useful for writing, this is an absolute lifesaver for people with Asperger’s syndrome and other disorders
I needed this.
Where has this been all my life?