I carry your equipment to gigs.
I am your ride home, your calendar.
I let you choose the radio station, the time.
and in return, yours is the only goodnight I ever need.
I’ve lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins.
(this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.)
there are times I want to kiss you midsentence.
undo the not-doing with one gesture.
the realm of possibility, david levithan
…i thought the internet should know where my tumblr title comes from. *solemn* that’s right. a collection of freeform poetry by a gay YA author. that’s right.
“1) Watch everything, read everything, and especially read outside your subject — you should be importing, not recycling.
2) Use a wordprocessor… why do I feel this is not unnecessary advice here? It makes everything mutable. It’s better for the ego. And you can play games when all else fails.
3) Write. For more than three years I wrote more than 400 words every day. I mean, every calendar day. If for some reason, in those pre-portable days, I couldn’t get to a keyboard, I wrote hard the previous night and caught up the following day, and if it ever seemed that it was easy to do the average I upped the average. I also did a hell of a lot of editing afterwards but the point was there was something there to edit. I had a more than full-time job as well. I hate to say this, but most of the successful (well, okay… rich) authors I know seem to put ‘application’ around the top of the list of How-to-do-its. Tough but true.”—Terry Pratchett (via iamthecrime)