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the sexiest thing a woman can be is a vampire
we all got that one friend that brings a vampire vibe to the function and it’s me
“It’s true that nothing has the potential to hurt so much as loving someone, but nothing heals like it either.”
— Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World
the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.

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— isa b. excerpt from my journal
I love soulmates but also this-
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The dead never truly leave. They live in scars. In memory. In the choices left behind.
isnt it really cool how your memories can just physically attack you at random

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i think as a writer, the older you get and the more you read, the more you realize there are very few actual truly bad ideas. which is a relief. but! the other thing you learn is that stories live and die on the execution and ha ha. lemme tell you. unfortunately. there are lots and lots of bad ways to execute an otherwise fine idea
i've reblogged this before to say the same thing but i think it bears repeating that crucially, if you do execute an idea and feel like you got a less than stellar result....... you can do it again. remix. mashup. v 2.0. take another run at it.
the majority of writing is the process, anyway
Edna St. Vincent Millay, fragment from the poem Wild Swans
a typography edit of "The Soul Diagnoses Itself" from my debut writing collection [get a copy HERE] [or PDF]; animation from When Marnie Was There (2014) —L. V.
writing by candlelight and making an edit of a line from the piece, "Ferae Naturae", from my debut writing collection [get a copy & read the full piece HERE] [or PDF] —L. V.

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The deepest void I had ever known was not the sadness inside my heart,
Nor was it the shallowest ocean pits.
While they both drowned me, keeping me still,
His eyes, his eyes pulled. They pulled me in.
They grasped my heart with the most gentle gaze and paralysed my body with their vastness.
I could do nothing but be an onlooker as they captivated me.
And I allowed them.
I allowed them until I forgot everything but the intimacy of his love and how it touched my soul without ever touching my body.
- athousandunsentletters