So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, “explodes” and then disappears.

theshelbylife:

incestuous-lesbianponies:

laurarw:

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I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG


HOLY SHIT

Wtf?!

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thanisconstellation:

jasminedlowe:

Stories with Natasha- Mary and the Chicken Nuggets

Two Girls. One bottle of wine. No edits (because Jasmine doesn’t know how). Here, Jasmine and Natasha attempt to share a story with whoever wants to listen.

Hey, thank you Jasmine for looking at our blog and liking the Rachel Rostad poem. I went onto your blog and found Stories with Natasha and I would like all my followers to watch all of them as they are the cutest videos ever, oh gosh. :D

~Leigh

I’m glad that you enjoy my ridiculous videos with my sister, lol. Thanks for the reblog and stumbling on to my site.

I would cry if this happened. If the deal goes through, could this be the new Tumblr? http://bit.ly/YTdCNP

I would cry if this happened. If the deal goes through, could this be the new Tumblr? http://bit.ly/YTdCNP

Stories with Natasha- Homeless Dreams Part 2

This is the second part of this ridiculous story. The next part will appear two weeks from now…if you can.

Just got back from church. #writer #CaliforniaWritersClub

Just got back from church. #writer #CaliforniaWritersClub

Writing Through Writer’s Block


It seems as though the only way to pull a writer out from the depths of absolute nothingness is to force a gun up to their head and tell them to write. It’s as if the stern actions from their jacked-up ridiculously terrifying action hero of a muse has the power to lift the verbal blockage that releases the most wonderful stories known to man. Why is it though that I have to force myself to write in order to overcome the mind boggling pause in my creative stream of consciousness? Read the rest of this page »

Writing Through Writer’s Block

It seems as though the only way to pull a writer out from the depths of absolute nothingness is to force a gun up to their head and tell them to write. It’s as if the stern actions from their jacked-up ridiculously terrifying action hero of a muse has the power to lift the verbal blockage that releases the most wonderful stories known to man. Why is it though that I have to force myself to write in order to overcome the mind boggling pause in my creative stream of consciousness? Read the rest of this page »

Letter Of Intent by Ducktails

Yahoo, stahp it!

Yahoo wants to buy Tumblr. Will Facebook swoop in at the last minute? http://gigaom.com/2013/05/16/yahoo-wants-to-buy-tumblr-will-facebook-swoop-in-at-the-last-minute/

I have a thing for #nerds and #scientists. #Smart #Science

I have a thing for #nerds and #scientists. #Smart #Science

"Bad writers are bad because they stop too soon. In fact, let’s take a step back. The only quality, I think, that marks the writer as different from everyone else is simply an unwillingness to quit. Others give up when they learn writing is hard; the writer struggles on. When I sit down in front of the blank page, it’s no easier for me to fill it than anyone else. The non-writer looks at the blank page and — quite sensibly — says, ‘forget it, I’m outta here.’ But if they had to, they could put a few words down there — just like I do. Only the words wouldn’t be any good. So the non-writer gets frustrated, gives up and leaves. Me, too, I get frustrated… but I sit there, and work to make it better. Anybody who’s willing to struggle, I think, can write. The real work is to stick at it until you find the gold. To get to that funny line. To do the hard work no one else wants to do, but everyone wants to have done. To discover the great character bit, the clever story turn. Until you have it, you don’t have it. Until it’s there, it’s not there — and you need to stick at it until it is there."

— Terry Rossario (via ilivetowriteandinspire)

Some days I feel as though I hit a wall…

Some days I feel as though I hit a wall…

My sister and I are kind of over dramatic.

My sister and I are kind of over dramatic.

Shock Wave: Part 18- The Nightmare

There it was again, an attractive woman with short blonde hair wearing jeans and a white button up t-shirt that was two sizes too big sat before Sarah in a car.
“Ready?” The woman said to Sarah as she threw the old blue Chevy pickup truck into gear.
“Yes,” Sarah said.
The woman scrunched her tiny nose and let her bright sparkly blue eyes peek through behind her long lashes as she smiled at Sarah. “Okay, this is it then. There’s no turning back.” Read the rest of this page »

Shock Wave: Part 18- The Nightmare

There it was again, an attractive woman with short blonde hair wearing jeans and a white button up t-shirt that was two sizes too big sat before Sarah in a car.

“Ready?” The woman said to Sarah as she threw the old blue Chevy pickup truck into gear.

“Yes,” Sarah said.

The woman scrunched her tiny nose and let her bright sparkly blue eyes peek through behind her long lashes as she smiled at Sarah. “Okay, this is it then. There’s no turning back.” Read the rest of this page »

Coolness.

Coolness.