Good Things Will Happen 🧿

important writing reminders

execution matters more than something being cliché or overdone

it is also ok to write something that is utterly cliché or overdone

having a bad day of writing does not make you a bad writer

writing in your second or third language isn’t easy, you’re doing great. hell, writing in your first language is hard sometimes!

writing advice = tools. not rules. you are not meant to follow every rule or tip you read about. know the rules so you know which ones to break

every writer is capable of writing a captivating story, but your story might not be everyone’s cup of tea. and that’s ok. you will find your people

you don't have to excel at every genre. you can write something because you think it’s fun, or fascinating. it doesn't always have to be a matter of writing something only because you’re good at it. it's ok to explore different things (the world is your oyster, as they say)

— D

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True, very true.

the cycle of life

If you find ANOTHER yourself in the laundry, RUN AWAY from there as soon as possible. Another yourself DOES NOT EXIST

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𔓘𔒌𖽗 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹ᴅʀᴇɴ Ⓛ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓓ︎ 🎠 ᩓ༘

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𓊈 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𓅯 𓊉

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You take out your little tin of Vaseline, taking a small amount on your finger and bringing it to your lips. You feel Simon Riley’s large presence walk up to you. He leans one hand against the wall. He’s standing so close you could almost see his pupils expand a little when you looked up into them.

Your heart racing, you hold his gaze and rub your finger over your lips. Dip into the tin, back onto your lips. You rub your lips together.

“Can I have some?” Ghost’s gruff voice rumbles from beneath his mask.

“You want lip balm?” You ask, somewhat incredulous. He didn’t seem like the type.

He merely nods, never talking his eyes off yours.

“Okay.” You say, the word sounding more like a question. He lifts his mask just above his mouth. You go to hand over the tin. His hand comes out but instead of taking the tin, they find your chin, gently gripping you and pulling you closer. His lips land on yours, firm but a lot gentler than you were expecting.

He pulls back, rubbing his lips together. You blush furiously.

“Thanks, love.” He mumbles, pulling his mask back down. He walks away then as if nothing just happened.

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