#writer thoughts

Luffy

Would be listening to music 24/7 with wired earbuds and yet somehow can hold entire conversations while blasting his eardrums

Does boxing as a hobby and wins competitions for fun

Has a photo collection of all the beetles he’s caught, mainly of him holding them

Owns his own boat but doesn’t believe in life jackets even though he can’t swim

Has been banned from over 100 restaurants for winning their eating competitions, there’s a Reddit thread following all his successes and spotting him at restaurants

Law

Blasts music on the way to and from work, likes to work nights at the hospital because then he can listen to some music in his wireless earbuds while doing rounds

Has a list of hole in the wall restaurants he loves all around the country from his parents travels when he was a kid

Coin collection is organized alphabetically and by country, he also has several accounts on eBay and Reddit to find rare coins from other collectors

Likes to tinker with odd gadgets in his spare time, they aren’t useful but it gives his hands something to do when he doesn’t have surgeries

The yearning I experience has always been there, I think. I feel it in my mind, in my body, as a weight in my chest I carry often. Sometimes it’s a gift, sometimes it’s a burden. It’s in the words I write, it’s in the actions I take, it’s in the relationships I have, had, and will have in my lifetime. It’s a strong natural sensation to me, as unthinkable to do and feel as the act of breathing, and just as important to continue my existence.

My yearning is full of longing, full of passion and pain and hope and beauty. It’s a dichotomy, a blessing and a curse, a searing heat when it’s fulfilled and a craving for warmth when it’s not. It’s an intangible thing wanting tangible results, wishing for a person, for memories, for love and validation and a level of grand devotion equal to my own. It’s the certainty of uncertainty, of asking questions that may never be answered, of dreaming for things that may never be but fueling my hope for adventure on the horizon. It’s lightning in a bottle and for better or worse, I’m the vessel protecting its charge. 

I've had this for a month but now I wanna start writing right before I start college??

And it's not like I don't have ideas for fanfics and original stories either, I just can't put those words on paper 😣