He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance...– Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via alighthouseofwords)
A Good Beating
I am struck over the head Beat to the ground. My eyes roll back, my mind asks “How do I start to stand?” My arms are heavy with it. The culprit? Inspiration.
MORE mind puke… I’m sorry. It seemed beneficial last time so… I’m home. First time in a month or two. It’s always strange driving here. It’s not like I’m driving to another city; it’s like I’m driving to another life—another reality. I get here. I feel so young again. “Mom do you need help with the dishes? Mom should I let the dogs out? How was work today? Does devilish stepsister need...
She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.– R.D. Larson (via booksandnerds)
I was told to start writing… about anything, But what is there to write about? I don’t know what a Marques is. But I do. I’ve never met one. So does he exist? And we’re back to the proverbial question of how do I know I exist? I think therefore I am (Yes, I made that up… no). Is that sufficient proof? I THINK THEREFORE I AM? I want to see something great… something that makes me weep. ...
A Warm January Front
I laughed loudly as I pushed my way through the brambles. I clumsily lumbered through the woods, paying no attention to where my feet fell. My companions followed behind me. Gabi’s steps were more measured and quietly confident. Kelsey lingered about ten feet behind the two of us. “Are you sure you know where we are going?” she asked. “Kelsey, this is practically our back yard,” I replied. ...
Fourteen and Stupid
The car pulls to a stop in a shady cul-de-sac as Angie passes me the joint. I stare at her through the smoky haze. Her eyes seem abnormally small and shiny and her normally sly smile seems to take up half of her face. “Come on! Take a hit,” she says. “We’ve never been high together,” she whines as if this is something friends are supposed to do together. “Come on, Sarah… It’s like...
Six Reasons to Write Flawed Characters →
It’s so tempting to write the perfect character: the dream man, the rugged hero, a character who could grace the catwalks of Milan, knows exactly what’s going on, can solve anything. But it never turns out well. One element every character must have is a flaw. Read More
As of two minutes ago I am officially two decades old.
May 4, 1929: English Literature vs. English... →
theliterarygeek: As an English major, people expect me to be able to write really well, spell flawlessly, punctuate properly, know every word in the dictionary, and to verbally communicate with ease. Now I’m not saying that in reality, I’m terrible and I’m the opposite of all those things….
Great show. Rise Against!
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.– John Green The Fault in Our Stars
So. I’ve been meaning to start a blog for some time now. Because my ideas are extremely important and valuable to the world. I just can’t be selfish and keep them inside anymore! Actually… I’m an English major. English and Creative Writing to be specific. I know what you’re wondering… “She’s an English major and she has already used THREE...