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having middle school girl problems at 20 is so embarrassing.

he like me, he likes me not.

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I need to learn to be more active

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Update: living with adhd and not being used to specific routines means i forget things exist. For example, the whole of tumblr. Hello, I am studying. Good bye.

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heyyy happy birthday !! have an amazing day and enjoy every minute of it :)

Thank you so much!!

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Solitaire by Alice Oseman aesthetic

(writer.in.the.wood is my instagram username)

#alice oseman #solitaire #osemanverse #tori spring #charlie spring #nick and charlie #michael holden #heartstopper #nick nelson #reader #reading #book edit #book aesthetic #book edits #aesthetic collage

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I am 90% sure my uni friends forgot that my birthday is on Wednesday.

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Me, starved of affection, chronically hopelessly romantic, looking at my mortal enemy, the guy that would make me throw up if he smiled at me: "Why he kinda?"

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I have this problem where I can't consistently use an app other than instagram. I promised myself I'd write down all my random thoughts here and I haven't even logged in in a two weeks😭

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Nothing is better than giggling and fangirling over a scenario you made in your head about your own original fictional characters it's like NO ONE KNOWS THIS BUT ME I'VE GOT EXCLUSIVE VIP CONTENT!!

#writer #writer things #writing #author #author to be #future author #fantasy #ya fantasy #young adult fantasy

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i just want solitaire from michael’s point of view

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— 34 excuses for why we failed at love, Warsan Shire

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Circles - October 26th, 2022

There once was a girl who walked

Around in circles as people gawked

Day in, day out

All she ever wanted was to shout

Stuck in this loop of pain

She endured as down fell the rain 

People thought she was having fun

What they didn’t know was she wanted to run

Away to a land where she can be herself

Away to a land with her own books on her shelf

The books that can’t come into fruition

Too busy paying her college tuition 

For a major she doesn’t like

Professors who seem to want to put her head on a pike

The extinguishing of her creative spark

The slow degradation of her quick-witted remarks

Short deadlines, lack of time

These continuous exams should be a crime

No information retained 

Only an empty husk remained

What is the point of it all

Like sheep herded into a stall

Awaiting the fall of the knife

College, a slaughterhouse ending her life

A life she wants to fill with creations

Let people see her thought manifestations 

She’s always wanted to leave something behind

She fears there’s no time left to spill the contents of her mind

No time to read, no time to write

No time to paint, just time for spite

Constant complaining to fill the void

That college has left her with, so annoyed

Even now she writes this with her sheets in her lap

Muscles and nerves and she’s about to snap

She’s relieved by the little snippets she can still spout

But her great project has been hit by drought

A dam constructed by a system built by buffoons

Dryness and silence for far too many moons

She misses the land that was once budding

With the humor of her characters and her words flooding

Out of her in comfort and confidence, easy to share

Now no motivation, no words, even with hours to spare

She hopes she can regain it all in her break

Her identity, her sanity, all are at stake 

See sometimes when she starts she can’t stop

A big block of text, terms one after the other plop

You might find it boring by the time you get to the end

But just know that her stories, her songs, her poems, into the beginning they blend

She always ties the string in tight knots

To match the endless circle she walks

- Writer in the Wood/ Forest (aka me)

#poetry #poet #writer #writing #future author #author to be #circles #no motivation #school system #college sucks #college student #dentist #dentistry #no time #no time to write #no time for anything #university life #dental student

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In part one of Solitaire, there are 27 chapters. In part two, there are 16 chapters.

Toris birthday is on April 5th and how it’s on the day Kurt Cobain died. Michael brings up that he died when he was 27. The last sentence in part one is “Maybe I’ll die when I’m twenty-seven.” There are 27 chapters in part one. Part two is 16 chapters and Tori is also 16.

This was probably blatantly obvious but it’s just a cool thing I noticed

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Being around people while you're not alright should be illegal. I don't know how many fake smiles I have left in me.