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It's best to stay far away from us writers. We're double-agents, and can't be trusted.
You see, we just have this terrible privilege of not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. We sometimes forget that the emotions in our head might not run with as much passion as they really do, and then we get disappointed in things that make normal people happy. We're afraid to get close to people, and yet all we do is yearn for human contact. That's why we write about it, and that's why we lose touch on what it really feels like to be in a relationship.
Writers often find that we don't fully comprehend the world around us, and, considering ourselves realists, we wonder what is wrong with the world that makes it so different from what's in our heads. That's why we write about it, and that's why when we finally venture out of our homes, we can't help but curl up our shoulders protectively and stick our hands low in our pockets, blinking at the intensely bright lack of color.
The world is very bewildering to a writer, you know.
They say that writers are very laid-back folk, not fake at all when they interact. This is false. A writer puts up a front more thick than any average person in a business suit walking down the street. Personally, what I think, is that we writers are all quite horribly insane. I'm right, you know. Writers, we like to think that we're always right (even though deep down inside we know that we're absolutely, one-hundred percent wrong). They say that we have a fondness for coffee and staying up until the after the sun rises. We do, but that's not why sometimes our hands shake.
A writer is someone dangerous. And even we would be surprised how we seem to be everywhere. You'd think it would be easy for us to connect to each other. I'm not sure who exactly "they" are, but "they" must talk a lot, because, adding to us being laid-back, they say that writers (artists, and the like) are often drawn to one another. We are, but we writers all secretly hate the other. It's not that writers aren't usually friends with other writers. We are. It's just that we are such incredibly jealous people.
Writers always feel as though we are second-best.
Us writers, we have a habit of rejecting this world around us. We know it's there (we're all realists, remember?), but we prefer to sit by a window and maybe sometimes glance out and watch, but mostly use it's wonderful light to read. Writers love to read. We love to read and look at photographs and watch films and listen to old records. Writers are the type of people that cry when their favorite character dies, and not someone we personally know. All of these reasons, this is why we write. This world has little need for another waste of space.
Every writer just wants to change the world.
You see, we just have this terrible privilege of not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. We sometimes forget that the emotions in our head might not run with as much passion as they really do, and then we get disappointed in things that make normal people happy. We're afraid to get close to people, and yet all we do is yearn for human contact. That's why we write about it, and that's why we lose touch on what it really feels like to be in a relationship.
Writers often find that we don't fully comprehend the world around us, and, considering ourselves realists, we wonder what is wrong with the world that makes it so different from what's in our heads. That's why we write about it, and that's why when we finally venture out of our homes, we can't help but curl up our shoulders protectively and stick our hands low in our pockets, blinking at the intensely bright lack of color.
The world is very bewildering to a writer, you know.
They say that writers are very laid-back folk, not fake at all when they interact. This is false. A writer puts up a front more thick than any average person in a business suit walking down the street. Personally, what I think, is that we writers are all quite horribly insane. I'm right, you know. Writers, we like to think that we're always right (even though deep down inside we know that we're absolutely, one-hundred percent wrong). They say that we have a fondness for coffee and staying up until the after the sun rises. We do, but that's not why sometimes our hands shake.
A writer is someone dangerous. And even we would be surprised how we seem to be everywhere. You'd think it would be easy for us to connect to each other. I'm not sure who exactly "they" are, but "they" must talk a lot, because, adding to us being laid-back, they say that writers (artists, and the like) are often drawn to one another. We are, but we writers all secretly hate the other. It's not that writers aren't usually friends with other writers. We are. It's just that we are such incredibly jealous people.
Writers always feel as though we are second-best.
Us writers, we have a habit of rejecting this world around us. We know it's there (we're all realists, remember?), but we prefer to sit by a window and maybe sometimes glance out and watch, but mostly use it's wonderful light to read. Writers love to read. We love to read and look at photographs and watch films and listen to old records. Writers are the type of people that cry when their favorite character dies, and not someone we personally know. All of these reasons, this is why we write. This world has little need for another waste of space.
Every writer just wants to change the world.
Literature
I Am A Writer
I am a deadly murderer
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
Literature
Save The Whales
"You know what?"
"No, what?"
"We should never fall in love."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm
Literature
He Is Not An Edward.
He is not an Edward.
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
past lovers
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
Not cute
Or Perfect.
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
And that,
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
Screw Edward.
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