Soft In The Middle, Shelby Eileen // 14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes, David “doc” Luben

Start Here - Caitlyn Siehl

love was the law, and hatred was taught (wip)

She’s thirty-four when she realizes there’s a good chance she won’t live to forty, but that’s getting ahead of ourselves.

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Daisy Jones is twenty-eight, two years sober, and halfway through writing her first solo album when she starts to hear rumors about a gay cancer.

shauna bringing hannah back to the village for melissa is like a cat bringing you a dead bird or a dead mouse

Girls be like ‘this is my comfort song’ and it’s the most emotional self destructive pining you’ve ever heard

I saw the tv glow makes me mourn for everyone who felt like there wasn’t enough time. Everyone who thought their time was up and they just had to stay how they were. They had to stay dying.

There is still time.

There is Always still time.

“the ending is always the same”

war of the foxes - richard silken / waterloo - ABBA / euripides’ medea - the little theatre / anne carson / the three fates - luca cambiaso / the oresteia - aeschylus / road to hell II - hadestown / when i met you - mira lightner / andersen’s fairy tale anthology

I was gonna finish and upload my one tree hill fic but I stayed up late stress baking last night so I will be passing out (why does sleep exhaustion hit you the second it turns 10???)

you're allowed to be held.

Do not tell me that girls cannot change the world. I grew on stories of a twelve year old Anne Frank in a cramped, silent room weaving hopeful magic with just a pen. And Ruby Bridges facing racist monsters when she was only six, to become the first African American child to desegregate an all white school. And Anandi Gopal Joshi, only 19 years old and the first woman doctor of India. And Mary Shelley changing the face of fiction forever by inventing a whole new genre at 18. I grew up on tales of girls fighting destiny, carving history with their own two hands, breaking down walls. So if my daughter ever doubts herself because she is told she cannot, I will hand her stories as a sword and faith as a shield and tell her, “You know what? They told Anne and Ruby and Anandi and Mary they couldn’t, too. And it didn’t stop them. Because nothing can stop a girl with eyes aflame with courage and a war song in her chest.”

Nikita Gill, Stories of Girls Who Changed The World