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thesunshinewrites · 8 months
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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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To all the writers who haven't written in a while. May the right words come to you and may they actually get written down.
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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fuck “cliche”, fuck “overdone”, fuck “too artsy” or “boring” or “dumb”. true art is passionate and all passionate art is true art. if you’re amped about an idea, don’t let this opportunity for joy and expression go to waste because you’re comparing your unmade creation to what’s already out there. I promise what you make will be special.
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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whats your type?
Fictional men written by women.
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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Irtiqa Nabi
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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— Han Kang, The Vegetarian
[text ID: I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.]
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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Harrychella  2022
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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The 1975 live at Laneway Festival.
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thesunshinewrites · 2 years
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Dear me
You are now entering your 22 chapter. Chapter 22 of many more. They are yet to come. You've used 8930 days from the start to this point. Yet you're not even half way through the book. I know you're hard on yourself. You can't predict everything. That's impossible, and it would be rather boring don't you think? Things have been hard. Don't panic if life doesn't turn out the way you expected it to do. I know you like all those hours you spend by yourself, keeping them close to your heart. I know you feel like you have missed a lot. I know you feel the need to defend why you haven't put yourself first. Believe me when I tell you, it is worth it. Every bloody second of it. There is nothing more permanent than yourself. Learn to love yourself. Learn to live with yourself. Learn to respect yourself. Set your own goals and boundaries. Then life will seek you and all you stand for. Love hasn't happened yet. Fear not. It will, the time will come, and when it does, it will feel like it's been there all along. Be aware. I'm excited for you!
Yours Sincerely,
Me.
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thesunshinewrites · 3 years
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Suddenly he crashed into the earth I call my life. Vigorous and alive. He hit hard. Harder than most. There he was.
Him.
He as a whole.
Him split in two.
Him split on four.
Him split on an explosive seven, split on another five.
His small bits and pieces strewn throughout my mind. Suddenly he was there. There.
I had never imagined this to happen, not like this. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not new month, nor next year. Not at all.
He was a ground sweeping surprise. One that knocks the air out of your lungs and pumps them back up again. A light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Maybe it was him.
One part of me hoped. Another, not.
A surreal feeling. Almost at the verge of overwhelming. Overwhelming enough to set off an full alert reaction. A reaction like no other.
A stranger somewhat familiar. There he was. Again and again. Every time it was him.
Steady as a mountain, but in danger of avalanche. He was everything, but at the same time nothing.
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thesunshinewrites · 3 years
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dearest loved one
The traces of you withered away in the wind like the flowers in my garden do every fall. You entered so gracefully as the snow melted away, and sun started to faintly peep through the cloudy skies. Very warm and unexpected. That is what you were. That’s the funny thing about life, often, and most times you predict your further relationship with the people that enter your life. Usually you can predict how long they will stay in the big, never ending series that is your life, or if they are just meant to be a cameo in one of thousands of episodes. Usually. How come I was supposed to know you were neither? I still smell your cologne as I pass through the familiar streets we used to walk together. I feel your touch as I try to sleep at night. I see you as I close my eyes. These are the only traces left to prove you’ve actually been here. You left so unexpected that my world crumbled together. Not all at once, but piece by piece. Slower and slower each day passing. Then all at once. I have thought about you more times than I can count on my hands, and I have gone through your instagram fifty more than I can remember. I never understood the drama of breakups. They never seemed to faze me. They seemed so distant, and far away, but that was until you came along. Everyday my heart clenched at the thought of us drifting apart. It was invitable and scary. I always feared death as a child. The fear of being forgotten and left behind. The concept of leaving wasn’t something I highly enjoyed. I would have lied if I said otherwise. I still whisper your name when looking at the ceiling we painted together. Faint and barely audible, but loud enough to be there. Be there. Existing. That is the hardest part. That you are not here. I don’t blame you for leaving. I don't. I don’t hate you and I am not mad either. I understand. I understand more than anyone why it had to be this way, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. If I could have hugged you one last time, I would. If I could have hold your hand one last time, I would. If I could have kissed you one last time, I would. I would do it all over with you, false predictions or not. I would. I truly would. 
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thesunshinewrites · 3 years
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𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭, 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐈 & 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀
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thesunshinewrites · 3 years
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𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭, 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐈, 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀
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thesunshinewrites · 3 years
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Write fanfiction guiltlessly. Do it not only because it’s good practice, not only because you don’t feel like putting your energy into original stuff, but because you do feel like putting your energy into fandom. Write fanfics of epic proportions or tiny one-shots; write fluff or angst or cliches or tropes; publish the roughest version or keep the twelfth draft for only yourself. Do it without feeling bad. You owe no one anything; the act of creation is a gift in and of itself, and it doesn’t matter if you’re creating fanfic or original stories or whatever else you want. All that matters is you enjoy it, because why else would you do it at the end of the day?
Write fanfiction guiltlessly.
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thesunshinewrites · 4 years
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Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
— Haruki Murakami
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thesunshinewrites · 4 years
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give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.
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JACOB ELORDI  | Wonderland magazine
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