So, if you insist on becoming a writer, against my wishes, do this. Do something different. Most writers can’t write. Most journalists are shit. Go where no one else will go. Write what no one else will write. Tell the stories nobody wants to hear. Write for love.
OH MY GOD WHAT EVEN IS THAT POST WHY AM I SCREAMING
How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.
Catvengers, assemble!
Business cards like these make me real happy. #lucideas (Taken with instagram)
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As the world comes to an end
I’ll be there to there to hold your hand
You’re my king and I’m...
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