Hi guys,

Love Warriors!

Love Hunger Games!

Excited to post new fanfictions!

I just found out how to do that!

You will know you're a writer when...

Pens jab you in the thigh when you sit down.

You lay in your bed and think of new stories to write

You have a thesaurus tab constantly open in your browser.

A blank piece of paper is the most beautiful thing in the world.

You waste all of your loose-leaf to write instead of taking class notes.

You listen to any music at all and start visualizing scenes from your story.

You always act out scenes in your room and talk to yourself for your dialogue.

You always laugh or cry randomly because you remember one sad part in your story

You will randomly start to come up with new stories when you are supposed to do homework.

You will watch a movie then leave with over twenty-five new plotlines for any of your stories.

All of Your friends are ALWAYS asking you if any of your characters in your story are based on them.

You have a writer's block you just stalk people/other writers/youtube just to get inspiration for your stories.

You stay up listening to your writing playlist all night and forget that you have to wake up at five the next morning.

You listen to any music at all and start to visualize scenes from your story, or a random new story, your book, or a movie.

You don't want to meet your characters because you know they would murder you for all the pain you have inflicted on them.

No matter how hard you try, you just can't wrap your mind around the concept of only living in one persons mind for your entire life.

You have so many amazing brilliant ideas in your head that you almost cry when you realize you don't have any paper or writing utensil.

You think your writing is going perfect then just read it back and decide it is horribly awful and delete it immediately both mentally and physically.

I believe that we are who we choose to be.Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.

We’ve all been lost for most of this life
Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us
And I know that most of us just ain’t right
Following the wrong steps being led by pride

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartaliks and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that I broke was mine, when I got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it.

I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally;
I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed
to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. most of the time
it just happened to me without me ever seeking it.

Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. Who needs ’em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.

-Ashheart