The Old Butcher’s Bookshop, Paris



do you ever think about how weird reading is

our eyes are able to scan these different symbols and construct the scenarios and concepts they describe in our mind

and these concepts have the power to twist our emotions and make us cry and laugh and wow reading is weird

i think it’s one of the most beautiful things in the world

You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Paul Sweeney (via feellng)


A character can still be a great character without being a good person.

In fact, some of the best characters are terrible people.

Because a character’s worth should be based on how complex and interesting they are, not their morality if they were real.

hello frienderinos!! just a friendly reminder that i have writing commissions opened!!!

writing is honestly my favorite thing to do, and if you could consider commissioning me it would really help me out a lot (and it’d honestly mean so much to me <3)

if you’re new to my writing then

  • HERE are my fandom/RPS oneshot examples, HERE are my fandom/RPS drabble examples, and HERE are my first person word vomit drabble examples. 

  • and if you’re curious HERE is where you can find what i’ve been commissioned to write so far!!

i currently have 5 slots open, and i’m offering drabbles and oneshots at the moment, prices starting at $1 for drabbles and $5 for oneshots. for more infromation, head on over here <3 

if you decide to commission me, then thank you a thousand times, and if you can’t for whatever reason, that’s fine but if you could please help me signal boost this that would be really appreciative :) if you have any questions, just let me know!!!


my writing style could best be described as “probably more commas than is entirely necessary”


writing tip: if in doubt add more dragons. if not in doubt add more dragons. dragons dragons dragons. “but it wouldn’t work out” I hear you say YOU ARE WRONG AND NEED THREE MORE DRAGONS “but it’s a romantic drama” you tell me well tough cookies friend you’re gonna need like eight more dragons. nine more. like maybe twelve. DRAGONS

my body is a cage

my mind is a cage

i feel so trapped


someone set me free

an apology.

i’m sorry that i’m so needy. the problem here is i don’t think very highly of myself sometimes; i see the worst when you might see the best, but i find it hard to believe that you see the best. and sometimes i just need to be reassured that i’m not annoying you.

i’m sorry that i’m so clingy. i know i’m like a fucking koala and you’re the tree that i’m clinging to - it has to get annoying to constnatly deal with me. but you’re someone i find myself very attatched to and it would break my heart if you left me. i’m used to being left alone by everyone else, and i don’t want you to leave me too. 

i’m sorry that i don’t always say the right thing. things usually sound really good in my head but when i try and say them, the connection between my mouth and my mind becomes severed. i know that i sometimes sound dumb or that something i tried to say came out wrong, but i’m working on it. 

i’m sorry that i talk to you about things you probably don’t care about. i live in worlds that don’t exist and i’m fascinated with characters made up by other people. i know it’s not exactly “the norm” and you probably roll your eyes when i bring up an episode of that show i just watched or the fic i just read; i should probably stop rambling so much but my life is just really dull. that’s what it comes down to.

i’m sorry that i’m so angry. i either have a really short fuse or people are just really annoying. either way, i know i complain to you too much and i know in hindsight it’s probably really stupid to be complaining about things that don’t really matter. i should learn to calm down. 

i’m sorry that i get nervous all the time. i’m sorry that i cry so easily. i’m sorry that i sometimes forget to text you back. i’m sorry that i push you away when i’m upset. i’m sorry for a lot of things.

but i’m not sorry for loving you. because loving you is what i do best. and because i love you, you’re kind of stuck with me for the time being.


i read somewhere

that too much coffee could kill you

so now i wonder

if every morning i kissed you

and tasted coffee on your lips

how long until you could kill me