if i could write one word, or a series of words, or a compilation of expressions, to correctly demonstrate and clearly communicate, the way in which the weight has gotten under my skin, only to turn it to a nasty shade of self-loathing… i would write it. i would write them. i would speak and enunciate loudly, at the top of my lungs, and the lowest of whispers, exactly what i mean. and i would mean it.
There are very few story-shapes in the world (I won’t argue with anyone who has a number or a list). Robert Heinlein, for example, said there were three, Boy Meets Girl (love - impeded or successful), The Little Tailor (go from humble beginnings to greater things) and A Man Learns A Lesson…
Just write your story. Don’t worry about whether someone else has written it. Perhaps while you are worrying and not writing, someone else will write it and publish it.
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”—Chuck Palahniuk (via wallowinsorrow)
“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your “religious freedom.” If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.”—