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Naming Stuff is Hard, Amiright?

@memento-mariii / memento-mariii.tumblr.com

Call me Em, or Mari || she/her || Christian || Chem. Engineering major and astrophysics nerd || STEMinist || intersectional feminist || Bi with absolutely no rizz πŸ’–πŸ’œπŸ’™ || πŸ‡°πŸ‡· || mad scientist wannabe Interests include: Original Characters||Tabletop RPGs||Robots||Hanbok Art blog:@mmari-draws (but I don't post much art there anymore it's mostly just art and writing prompts that I swear I'll get around to doing someday) pfp:https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2288696 by @veluv_art on instagram

the sense of horror when you finish a book that was Ass Bad and you go to see what fellow haters are saying but all the reviews say it is the best thing they've ever read. feel like i just saw my reflection in the mirror move all by itself or something

"You just gotta trust the process", says man working with no plan, no clear idea of what the ultimate outcome should look like, and even less of a clue about whether this is the way to achieve it.

"trust the process" I would if there was one

a good way to inspire yourself to do more is to see yourself as the wacky sitcom B plot character in your friends lives, "wouldnt it be funny to tell the friends in my phone about it." has gotten me to do anything from going to a festival (excelent) to wild camping (it went badly) (coastguard called) to trying to get the train to stonehenge (stonehenge costs money so i ended up just getting lunch in sailsbury, it was okay.) i bought a bicycle today and 20% of my reasoning was "itd be funny to surprise my roommate by coming home with a whole bike." . life is for living. and baby i live for the bit.

writing quiet characters

He looked at him. He looked at him in a different way. Blinked. He tilted his head. He looked at him sideways. Under his lashes. In a unique kind of tilt. In a violent sort of way. He stared at him in a kind of way you haven’t read about before. He sighed. He looked away. He looked at a different away. He stared. Considered. Pondered. He was silent but it was interesting, somehow. It was a questioning sort of silence. Puzzled. He was still. He went even more still. He was barely breathing. He was dead with anticipation. He tensed. He relaxed minutely. The seconds ticked by, silently. He waited. He narrowed his eyes. His eyes widened. He followed you with them. His eyes. He did something that was nothing but filled the required beat of a line. He

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of β€œWe Didn’t Start the Fire.”

I do have notifications still on for this post because I love the sense of community it gives me. We're all just staring at each other blankly and occasionally screaming.

Also for the people who have post dates turned on and just go JESUS CHRIST FOUR YEARS AGO?!

May 2014: Senator Bill Heffernan complains about the lack of metal detectors in parliament, tabling a pipe bomb he's brought with him as evidence

someone questioned the quality of the image and thought it might be AI and I'm here to confirm this is real

Anonymous asked:

Your first pride story was touching and all but you still married a man.

Yeah, bisexuals do that sometimes.

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Just gonna reblog this again. For reasons.

OP's tags on this are worth posting too. Especially that last part. Read them again if you have to

biggest mindfuck is the fact that it can be so so difficult to tell the difference between when it's time for "do it bored/scared/stupid but by jove just do it" and when it's time for "if it sucks hit the bricks"

made a flowchart

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