I Wandered Through The Goblin Market For A Wish, And We Heard The Sound Of A Golden Horn

Looking for Writeblrs!

Turns out when you create a whole new account, your dash is pretty sparse. I also just wanna make some friends XD SO. If you write about about any of these things, please reblog this or otherwise interact so I can check out your blog!

⁕ Women-centric Works ⁕ Fantasy ⁕ Horror (especially gothic) ⁕ Mental Illness ⁕ Non-human Characters ⁕ Sapphic Characters ⁕ Chronically Ill Characters ⁕ Various Shades of Morality for MCs ⁕

a breeze that blows up on a summer afternoon walk, when just wished for one so you don’t pass out.

Guys I wanna start something…

Basically I want to start a writing challenge. Reblog this and describe a colour. An unknown colour; a colour the likes of which has not yet been seen. Find a way to describe that colour. Idk I just think it would make for some interesting and incredible writing. Anyone up for it??

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via books-n-quotes)

As we made our way into the city, the greenery gave way to apartment complexes. Clusters of satellite dishes mushrooming from the sides of the buildings were the only sign of life.

Hey I'm gonna start something that'll maybe go nowhere let's go

That moment when one of your MCs makes a decision you hadn’t planned on and now you both have to live with the consequences of her actions

reblog to give a lesbian a cup of hot chocolate

I’ve learned my lessons hard but,

I’ve learned my lessons well

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              The yearly ritual began with a simple cup of coffee and the sunrise. Mornings were already feeling a little cooler. The woman breathed the salt air in deep and relaxed, almost meditating. The blue-jays in the nearby sycamore chased each other with a joyous freedom. She wondered if they could feel the change in the air too. Finally ready, she set her mug down and strolled across the deserted street. Her few year round neighbors were all still asleep or already off to work. Leaving her sneakers on the wooden fence, her toes felt sand for the first time in two months. A cool breeze played with her hair. The beach was welcoming her home. She made her way down the worn path that would soon be a memory. Her feet alone weren’t enough to fight off the inevitable build-up of sand. The drooping fence would soon be the only marker to the entrance. Coming over the last dune, she surveyed the unsanctified land. Under the scattered debris, the sand glowed yellow white. The city sent people out to clean the beach but there was always a lot of trash they missed. She didn’t really mind. In fact, there was pride in the growing bag of soda cans and hot dog wrappers she held. Halfway through, she had to shed the light sweater that she’d put on in hopes of it being cooler. It would be soon enough. Her patch of the beach wasn’t large, but it always seemed to attract the messiest people. She made sure to walk the whole thing. Reconsecrating it with her joy alone. It was only after erasing all evidence of the summer people, that she sank onto the warm sand. The ocean sparkled in the sun. Gulls dove into the surf and flew away with the small fish they’d caught. The tide rolled over her bare feet. She accepted the water’s blessing. This moment was what she’d been dreaming of. The ritual complete, she could finally relax. The silence wrapped around her like a blanket. She had only ventured here once during a seasonal siege. The noise had run her off before she could even touch the sand. There was no too loud radios or children playing to break the peace, now. Tomorrow, after the first swim of the season, she would bring her sketchbook and work on her newest masterpiece with her toes buried in the sand. The beach would be her’s until next summer’s invasion.

The Beach               The yearly ritual began with a simple cup of coffee and the sunrise. Mornings were already…