— Haruki Murakami, from “1Q84.”

my emotional support fictional firefighter

(oliver starks confused face my most beloved)

pls don’t repost anywhere without my permission, just reblog!

there is love in this story. even in its most brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. because of everything.

I hate it when I can sense the shape of the sentence I need to write but the words themselves refuse to manifest. 

Views from the train (2019)

There’s something always so intimate about writing.

You can be writing about fantastical worlds or eldritch creatures. About impossible timelines or mundane situations.

But somewhere in the middle of all that, there’s the nickname a loved one gave you, now spoken as an afterthought by a character you wrote.

Or there’s that unusual anecdote you never tell at parties because there’s never the right time, but now it’s told during a family gathering in your story.

Or that feeling you can’t get out of your chest in your most vulnerable moments, finding a cathartic outlet during an important plot point.

Or the quote you loved, the movie that marked a special moment in your life, the experiences and adventures no one but you have felt in that way.

And that’s why, even if you write the same thing as everyone else, using the same characters or situations, no one will ever sound like you.

Your voice as a writer is unique, blessed with your insight, plagued by your demons, the voice loud with your tone and spice.

Because writing and any form of art and self expression will always be one of the most intimate outlets we have.

I love working with @themagicalmolly and collaborating with her Fanfic Lumos & Lattes

Go check it out on Ao3

“What a strange being you are

God knows where I would be if you hadn't found me

Sitting all alone in the dark

A dumb screenshot of youth

Watch how a cold broken teen will desperately lean

Upon a superglued human of proof”

Dodie “sick of losing soulmates”