Anytime I Listen To The Song "it's Quiet Uptown" From The Hamilton Playlist, I Get So Sad. The Grief

SO THE ONLY REAL PROBLEM WIH OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEND ITTTTT

when school ends and it starts to sound like there’s a hundred and four days of summer vacation and school comes along just to end it

man have y'all ever FELT yourself become more confident? like literally FELT it? bc OHHH what an amazing feeling. the other day i wore a tank top and jeans and realized that im wearing a fucking tank top. in public. and i hadnt ONCE thought smth negative. and i js felt so fucking amazing and happy and it was so exhilarating and then another day i wore a cutesy little peplum top and ONCE AGAIN i felt AWESOME and i was js so happy. bc knowing that if you were to show me from not even a year or two ago but me from the beginning of this year a photo of me wearing the tank or the peplum top in public and id freak tf out and i did that shit IN PUBLIC WITHOUT GIVING AF???? OHH THAT FELT GREATT

Chapter 3 - free woman. free woman?

go read! and if you do, comments are alwaysss appreciated <3

im so sorry for not updating my fic in like two weeks😭😭 im doing my best to get the new chapter out by tmrw fs, and it's gonna be extra long for the wait!!

if you're new here, and want to read my fic - the link to my ao3 is on my introduction post. it's a maze runner fic - the classic, girl in the glade. id loveee it if you read it, and id love it more if you'd leave a comment!!

so today i bought a journal, ripped a piece of paper out of a different old journal, and wrote "the book of people" on said piece of paper, and taped it to the cover of my new journal.

then, i skipped two pages and titled the page "mom". i proceeded to write - what i could only describe as - a letter of sorts, to my mom. now of course, she will never see this letter, nor will anyone else, so i did my best to be as truthful as i could possibly be. im not sure why but, even in my journal, i tend to censor myself a little - im not fully honest. i say i am, but im not. i did try tho.

after i finished my letter, where i wrote all my feelings towards my mother - the good and bad - i went back a page, and titled it "table of contents" and skipped a line and wrote "mom (1-4)".

the idea of this is to, essentially, write a letter to everybody in my life and fill the book up with it - a book of people.

im not sure why i wrote this or why im sharing this. but it was fun. i found that when i wrote this letter, i was able to reflect on a lot of things. able to think back on things, and see things clearer. now of course, the idea of writing things down to better process it isn't new.

i think, overall, im js excited. to write about all these people who i love. and of course, the name is "the book of people" so i have to write about the people i hate too. not fun. but idk. i js wanted to share. have a good night y'all.

so real

SOMEONE COMMENTED ON MY AO3 FIC IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE

hey chat. if you read my fic on ao3 (which you totally should if ur a maze runner fan) PLEASEEEEEEE leave a comment. i would LOVEE to hear what y'all think about it, literally anything - whether it be criticism or compliments - would be so so so so so appreciated. <33

oh and btw, the link to my ao3 is in my intro post. or it's my_little_universes on ao3.

oh and i got an idea for a marvel fic so i may be uploading that soon. soon meaning anytime in the distant future.

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guys i cant stop watching jess mariano edits my fyp has been taken over plz help

actually no wait leave me tf alone

the wckd suits had me going feral

having hamilton songs on your playlist is so weird. i js went from aaron burr, sir to call your mom by noah kahan.