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florizels:

You are so young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

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severelyenchantedwonderland:

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severelyenchantedwonderland:

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largelevi:

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izzypepe:

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xmaehughes:

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rinofwater:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

mistuh-jay:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

it-was-a-red-heeler:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

Get off Tumblr. You should be writing

Dammit.

WRITE

OK OK, FUCK

👍

I’m writing a response to this post, does that count?

No.

I’ve seen this post like ten times now help

Then maybe u should follow my advice

Oh shit

You too.

:0

and you as well

I feel called out

Everyone this is a callout post for @severelyenchantedwonderland who should be writing

Should be,would be,could be,but isn’t , I

cANT STOP SCROLLING

GO WRITE SOME WORDS

Just aim for 100 words tonight, okay. Can you do 100?

I’m transferring my story from a notebook to my computer, does that count?

Yes it does, and that’s some damn exhausting work, trust me I know, so don’t forget to take a break and drink lots of water, okay? You’re doing a great job.

BUT I HAVE HOMEWORK

Well that’s okay, hun. I know you’ve got responsibilities. Finish up your homework and do whatever you gotta do, okay? Then man he after that you can try to write just 100 words? You can manage 100, right?

This is a call out post for @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave for being a fantastic human being and a stellar writing mom. All of this made me so happy.

Sasuhina – “The Scent of Snow”

orangeflavoryawp:

Written for SasuhinaRW18, Day One: Words

(I’m not late.  Okay, I am but it’s fine.  It’s fiiiiine.)

::  

Wasuremono: forgotten or lost things; an item left behind somewhere or forgotten at home ::

“You
will not join her,” he breathes decidedly in the space between them.  The space that is slowly closing.  This is him not pretending anymore.”
–  Hyuuga Hinata.  Uchiha Sasuke.  Just outside their windowsill, heartbreak
still hangs heavy.

Can be read here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12980523/1/The-Scent-of-Snow

And here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15043445

* * *

Hinata
doesn’t close her windows in winter.

           “You can smell the snow, you know,”
she says, fingers curling around her tea cup, nose red and runny.  She sniffles, staring down into her cup.  She swirls the tea slowly, grazing the cup’s edge
with every rock of her wrists, but never really going over.

           “You can’t smell snow, Hinata.”  He frowns at her across the table.  

           She doesn’t lift her gaze.  “Maybe you
can’t,” she teases.  And then she
sneezes.

           Sasuke leans over and pulls the
blanket draping her closer around her neck.
It’s a pointless thing to argue, anyway.

           She sneezes again.

           “You’re being impractical.”

           Her swirling stops.

           “It smells like Hanabi’s kimonos,”
she whispers suddenly.  “Like her hands.”  Hinata’s brows furrow.  “Like her kunais.”

           Sasuke watches her from across the
table.  He doesn’t imagine he’ll ever be
able to understand what it is to have a sister.

           Even more so, what it is to have a
dead one.

           But he still leaves his window open
that night.

           (Itachi never smelled of snow
anyway.)

Keep reading

Hoooooly shit, darling.

I am

Delighted

Ruined

Awed