Hi I'm R5AALUVR. I'm new here... And here's a little something about me

Favourite Show: Austin and Ally, Pretty Little Liars, The Fosters, Dance Moms

Hobbies: Camogie (it's an irish sport), Irish Dancing, Reading

Favourite Colour: Blue (I'm obsessed)

Fav Celebs: Ross Lynch , Laura Marano, Ariana Grande, Maia Mitchell, Tyler Blackburn, Ashley Benson, Dance Moms cast.

Fav Bands: 5 Seconds Of Summer, R5, One Direction, One Republic

Fav Books: Hush Hush Series , 13 Reasons Why, Hunger Games Series, The Fault in Our Stars

Dear bullies,
See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked his friend out of suicide.
See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.
See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.
See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.
See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it too.

I bet you won’t repost this. Only 5% do.

“Writing is considered stereotypical. Writing is considered dorky.

You probably laugh at the girl in the corner of the room, who is scribbling something in her notebook yet again. She only makes eye contact if absolutely necessary, which isn’t often. You wonder how long she has had that notebook, because it looks old and torn, and you don’t remember a time you have ever seen her without it.

You see her in a coffee shop, observing everything and everyone. You look at her as if she was a weirdo, and she looks at you back. She doesn’t tear her gaze away, so you do it instead. She immediately begins to write in that notebook of her’s, making you wonder what’s inside it.

At the school dance, she comes without a date or friends. You and your date were having fun, but as soon as she gets there, you feel distracted. She simply sits at a table, writing in her notebook, glancing up every so often to take in her surroundings. You excuse yourself from your date and sit down next to her, hoping to just see what she’s writing. She doesn’t even look at you; just gets up and sits down at the next table.

You think you just got rejected by a nerd.

You are practicing football in the park, and when you’re dismissed, you get ready to go. As soon as you are about to leave, you see a shape moving around in the middle of the field. You take a closer look and realize that it is her, laughing and spinning around in the tall grass. She collapses down and begins to jot down more things in her notebook, the smile not leaving her face.

You are walking down an empty hallway, but stop because you hear the sound of crying. You take a peak around the corner and see her leaning up against the lockers, crying her eyes out. She is furiously writing in her notebook, not even realizing that you are watching her. You feel really bad, but you can’t associate yourself with nerds like her.

If only you saw everything from her perspective…

She is not a nerd, she is a writer. There is a big difference. When she sits in the corner of the room and writes, it shows that she can’t get that burning idea for a story out of her head. A writer cannot pay attention to anything else before they write down all the ideas etched in the back of their minds.

When she sits in the coffee shop, watching everyone walk by, she is not being creepy. It most likely means she has writer’s block, and is searching everywhere for inspiration. Little did you know, when you locked eyes with her, you gave her everything she needed. All a writer needs for a good story is simply an exchanged glance.

A writer goes to an event to make memories. Writers use memories to make great stories. The girl went to the dance for just that reason. She was quite angry when you sat next to her; all writers need their concentration. She didn’t even know that the person who sat down was you before she moved tables to find a place to write in peace. A writer wishes to be in private most of the time.

So, no, you did not get rejected by a nerd.

You got rejected by a writer.

A writer knows how to turn their emotions into writing. She knew her character was supposed to feel happy, so she ran to the park as fast as she could. She stood in the middle of the field and just ran and played, because her character was a child, and that’s how children feel joy. As soon as she was feeling the same emotions her character felt, she copied them down, so she understood the feeling better. A writer writes before they lose the emotion they need to make a great story.

She was not crying because of anything someone said or did! A true writer doesn’t care about people’s opinions, just their own opinion. She was so caught up in the sadness of her own writing, that she can’t control the tears that forced their way out. She not only feels the emotions she writes, but makes sure she keeps editing until she does. A good writer knows that a piece is good when they are exploding with emotions when they write it.

Writing is not stereotypical, and writing is not dorky.

Writing is an art.

The girl with the notebook is probably a better person than any of your friends combined. She is not a nerd; she is simply an artist.

She knows how to capture a person’s heart with a simple sentence.

She knows how to create a whole other world by just picking up a pen.

She knows how to transmit her feelings into the written word.

She is not a nerd.

She is an artist.

Don’t underestimate the power of writing. It gets everyone every time.

Because I can bet you anything that one day, you will become too curious as to what is in the girl’s notebook. You will somehow be able to pry it from her grasp and read what is inside. Suddenly, all your opinions will change about her, because writers can change people’s hearts. You will be begging to take her out on a date, and when she finally accepts, it will be the best date of your life.

Because writers have the biggest, best personalities.

Before you know it, you’ll be on one knee for the writer you fell in love with, just because her writing was so magnificent.

You call me crazy, but when it happens, I’ll be there to say I told you so.”

-Kate Casey, a girl with a notebook.