satellite-shakespeare:

schmergo:

bambis-baby:

mrpawnshopghost:

erebusodora:

ruthannereid:

ariaste:

adultwednesdayadams:

Something Rotten!

omg a musical song about COMPLAINING ABOUT WRITING

My whole life I have been waiting for this. MY WHOLE LIFE.

OH MY WORD

YES.

@tinydadman

I REBLOG THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME IT COMES ON MY DASH AN I HAVE LOVED IT EVERY TIME

I saw this show live on Shakespeare’s birthday and it was amazing!

They always leave out my favorite part of the song:

SO YOU WRITE DOWN A WORD

BUT ITS NOT THE RIGHT WORD

SO YOU TRY A NEW WORD

BUT YOU HATE THE NEW WORD

AND YOU NEED A GOOD WORD

BUT YOU CANT FIND THE WORD

OH WHERE IS IT

WHAT IS IT

WHAT IS IT

WHERE IS IT-

*INCOHERENT SCREAMING*

Yaaaaaaaas

thats-what-sidhe-said:

pervocracy:

stuffman:

image

People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

This is 1000% more motivating than every preachy “real writers write every day” post on all of Tumblr.

I call this the “two cakes” rule and remind myself of it when I start comparing myself to other people.

….OH.

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

puffzoechase:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

supersaiyansadie:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

severelyenchantedwonderland:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

severelyenchantedwonderland:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

largelevi:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

izzypepe:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

xmaehughes:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

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.

a list of soft, pretty words 🕊💐

ecryre:

astral (adj.)

of, connected with, or resembling the stars.

paradisaic (adj.) of or belonging to heaven or god.

empyrean

(adj.) belonging to or deriving from heaven.

seraphic (adj.) characteristic of or resembling an angel.
sublime

(adj.)

of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe.

svelte (adj.) slender, graceful and elegant. (describing a person)

More for my collection

marsdaydream:

drinkmasturbatecry:

nudityandnerdery:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

“Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

“He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

“It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

“If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly – again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

And, of course:

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.

Goals. Nuf said.