kindasortasophia
"Either that, or hire an editor." And I wanted to ask him where one would find a trustworthy and sufficient enough editor, but I was afraid that my brain would hijack my fingers the way it always does and then I wouldn't be able to stop asking him even more questions, like how do I know this editor knows what he's doing and what if he doesn't like what he reads and what if nobody likes what they read and what if I'm not actually as good at this as I've always believed? And I was afraid that a thousand and one questions later, M would type back in all caps, "OMG STOP."
we are not defined by what we lack. we are defined by what we do with what we have. today we struggle. maybe tomorrow we strive.
like a living shotgun, poised and ready, barrel pointed right between my eyes. imagine living a life just like this
The steps I took to avoid this place, and yet here I stand.
One by one, I filled my hands with daisies until some of them were peeking through my fingers, until I could no longer close my hands around the stems. I hugged them tight to my chest, sobbing as I gazed down at them, pressing my face into the petals and leaves, as if an attempt to keep the flowers alive with my tears.
I'd never seen such greenery before in my entire life. There was a soft mist that hung just above the ground, and the first light of the day peered through the leaves in the trees and bushes. A breeze swept timidly over the side of the hill, and I turned my face towards the dawn.
I didn't deserve to die, but all the same, I found myself staring up out of that cold ditch, felt the soil falling heavily upon my face as he clumsily shoveled the dirt back in.
She craned her neck back and studied the structure of the giant archway
And in the next second, we are gorging on the banquet that sits before us, chugging down on sparkling cider and wine, the same jokes we've been laughing at for years, listening to stories we've heard since we were children, joyfully unaware of the hours we have ahead of us until the night is over.
I was good at lying, but to completely conceal one's true intentions was something out of my league. What I had done was sure to land me in prison, but that was a situation that I absolutely could not afford to withstand. I needed to find someone. Someone who knew exactly how to cover up messes such as these, someone who wore a mask that no one could ever possibly discover.
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