Dear authors: you have to learn the difference between a bad boy and a bastard abuser.
Um, yes.
For those of you who are confused:
Bad boy: probably poor, doesn’t follow rules because he thinks they are harmful or stifling (”I can’t sit there all day when teachers don’t give a shit if I learn or not”), outbursts are at injustices, fights to defend (”leave them alone/you’re hurting this place leave!”)
Bastard abuser: probably middle class or higher, doesn’t follow rules because he think’s he’s above them (”school is a waste of time I can learn what I need to from books”), outbursts are about things not going the way he wants them, fights to prove superiority or lay claim (”stay off my turf/away from my girl!”)
Also, for their significant others, please learn the difference between being a nice, compromising S.O. and being a borderline or actually abused S.O.
Too many authors write the latter as though it’s supposed to be romantic. It isn’t.
Aldığım kararları, kurduğum hayalleri imkansız olsa bile benimle gerçekleştirmek isteyen biriyle hayatımı paylaşıyorum bence bu çok önemli bir şey sana inanıyor destek çıkıyor. Hayallerini ve sorunlarını küçümsemiyor seninle birlikte sorununu çözüyor ve hayallerine yol gösteriyor. Senin yorulup pes ettiğin yerde elinden tutup kaldırıyor. Olmaz başaramam dediğin zaman seni güçlendiriyor böyle insanları alın hayatınıza böyle insanlara anlatın hayallerinizi herkese anlatmayın sonra hayal olarak kalır. Yanınızda olup size köstek olacağına, arkanızda sağlam duracak insanlarla bir hayat paylaşın.
hey everyone, it’s gabby! i figured since it’s been months since i updated my writeblr (uni is ridiculously hard, cut me some slack), i should reintroduce myself. i used to post under the username achileans, but i hate it, so here we are. you can track my original works through the tag *gabbyor*mine.
about me
gabby, eighteen, entp (which i highly disagree with but okay)
english creative writing student (and struggling)
my favorite genre to write is young adult fantasy, my favorite genre to read is new adult romance
gilmore girls fanatic, i base my entire personality on lorelai gilmore, no i cannot be saved
music taste is all over the place but taylor swift,bts,laundry day, and lauv>>>
my wips
the illiana society.
the library of illiana was the greatest magical library in the world, that is, until it burned with everything and everyone in it. this is that story. ya fantasy, multi pov, small town setting, magical libraries, and family curses
Everyday anxiety: my soulmate must be out there flirting with 5 different, absolutely wrong females while I’m sitting here trying to get rid of my anxieties.
The historical knowledge I want to gain over night is alarming. It’s like I’m threatening my own existence and struggling to get to know every detail of the chronicles or events that took part years and years before I even saw the light of this universe. I need to know the truths, some of the darkest secrets. My friends, I feel alarmed by my own compulsive thoughts, sometimes.
I crave no one’s presence. Nor do I wait for someone to show up. But if once in a blue moon, somebody seeks a place into the picture, I foresee the shadow of their farewell slinking by the doorway. I’ll count days, to finally see the shadow growing lips & tongue just to say goodbye. I’ll count days to stand by the door as the shadow slowly decays & to scream, “I could see it coming. I didn’t fall a victim this time.” Shall I name it defencelessness or bravery?
Happiness never entered the door alone. Her shadow was grief; I failed to notice. I’m fairly certain- For, I’ve never felt love without feeling that nameless pain in my heart and bones. Which is to say, only when it aches you get to know love entered the door again.
December is about - losing grips, giving up on dreams, breaking down into pieces, waiting for an old friend to be in our life,again. -A thick hopelessness,stuck in the throat.
December is all about fantasy and an unknown courage, picking up the pieces and building ourselves again. December is surreal. December is an illusion.
