1. Reblogged from: okayophelia
  2. cap-ulet:

let’s take a moment to appreciate my boyfriends house and this magical room I can’t even

    cap-ulet:

    let’s take a moment to appreciate my boyfriends house and this magical room I can’t even

    Reblogged from: okayophelia
  3. Me: Wait, aren’t all your friends vampires?

    Caducus: No, we have demons, too!

  4. It’s 3:45 am, and my mood is a three way split between being satisfied and happy about my friends, excited about my new dark red lipstick, and incredibly freaked out over the pervasive dehumanization inherent in capitalism.  

    It’s like happy sighs mixed with an edge of angst.  

    I’m such a college student.

  5. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster

    (via arabellesicardi)

    The fact that I reblogged this to my other blog and tagged it with the exiles (the group of friend at the center of my book, and where it gets its working title) and that I’m reblogging it here to talk about my friends should tell you something about how much this means to me.

    And yeah, I have the best friends in the world.  We care about each other so much, and will help each other through so much.  Even as I learn how to say no and find my own boundries, my friends are encouraging me and cheering me on.  Even when we annoy each other or step on our toes, we still love and value each other.  We still have faith that we’ll grow as human beings and keep becoming more and ourselves, more and more the people we love.  We’ve all got our rough edges and weak spots and pain, still we all can still see and remind each other of the places we’re strong and whole and necessary for this crazy universe.  We stick together, and help each other grow as people.  We’re all learning how to become- together. 

    I am so happy I have that opportunity.  I’m so happy I have my friends.  I’m so happy we can all see each other’s monsters, and take them the mark of our tribe.  

    Reblogged from: arabellesicardi
  6. I just returned from writing in a field with one of my friends- it’s night and we were up on Mountain Campus, away from all the lights.  There were so many stars.  Afterward, we just watched the sky.  If anyone ever asks me why I write about magic, I’ll always answer that nights like remind me that it’s already here.

  7. "What If It Was Miriam All Along?"

    gotochelm:

    by Sandy Supowit

    What if Pharaoh meant to kill the Hebrew
    girls, knowing their wombs could bring
    forth enemies? What if it was Miriam
    who rode the reeds and heard the voice
    of the Shechinah from the heart
    of the burning tree? It couldn’t
    have surprised her that the bush
    was not consumed; she…

    Reblogged from: gotochelm
  8. maxkirin:

⚘ DAILY STORY SEED ⚘

Map Of The Universe
Write about a character tasked with finding a ‘map’ of the stars that is said to have been made by the first cosmic race. Why would this character accept this task? And, worst of all, what would this character do if they realized that the ‘map’ was not what they expected?

Want to publish a story inspired by this prompt? Click here to read the guidelines~ ♥︎ And, if you’re looking for more writerly content, make sure to follow me: maxkirin.tumblr.com!

    maxkirin:

    ⚘ DAILY STORY SEED ⚘

    Map Of The Universe

    Write about a character tasked with finding a ‘map’ of the stars that is said to have been made by the first cosmic race. Why would this character accept this task? And, worst of all, what would this character do if they realized that the ‘map’ was not what they expected?

    Want to publish a story inspired by this prompt? Click here to read the guidelines~ ♥︎ And, if you’re looking for more writerly content, make sure to follow me: maxkirin.tumblr.com!

    Reblogged from: maxkirin
  9. My own background is not dissimilar to Stephen’s and like many descendants of the Jewish Diaspora I did not grow up with storytelling as escape but storytelling as warning. You gain the understanding that your chosen home is both the refuge that has protected you but also the place that may turn against you… It is Stephen’s understanding of London as both invested and yet impassive, something that I feel comes from his refugee background, that has always rung very true to me and fascinated me about his work.
    Reblogged from: demarches
  10. HONORED GUESTS, I HAVE INTRODUCED MY VILLAIN IN STYLE- WITH A CLIFFHANGER.  EFF YEAH.

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