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Giveaway Contest: Thanks to the generosity of @harperperennial, we’re giving away all eight of the brand new, limited edition 2017-18 Harper Perennial Olive Editions! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these books, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will randomly choose a winner on November 18, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, Harper Perennial has agreed to make this an International giveaway! Easy, right? Good luck!

when you’re stressed: 

this is temporary, this will pass.

i will not let stress overcome me.

i am living for the present, where i am calm and focused.

my stress will not be my downfall. 

when you’re about to hand up an assignment: 

i have no doubts in my ability to succeed. 

this represents my sound ability to learn, develop and succeed. 

i am intelligent and capable of successfully completing this assignment. 

when you need a little motivation:

i will accomplish all of my goals. 

i will stay attentive to all my work today. 

i am worthy of success.

i have an abundance of knowledge that must be used to my advantage. 

when you’re preparing for a test:

i am competent.

i am working to the absolute best of my ability.

i am a successful student.

If you’re having a bad day here are a few baby animal pictures which surely should cheer you up!  :D

But I miss you most of all my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.

APH | { Autumn. } Portugal.

I never not post calming cat

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

This is me tossing a vague shrug in the direction of “fanfic isn’t real writing” argument because it’s based on a misunderstanding of genre.

Fanfic is its own genre with its own conventions from how fics are sorted: have you ever seen a lit magazine categorize a short story as ‘fluff’? Because I haven’t and you never see fics categorized by bookshop genres either.

Fic has its own rules around the expectation of conflict. You can write a 70 000 word fic in which there is no conflict. I never have but it could be done. I have a 40 000 word smut fic where NOTHING happens but it flies as fic because the rules for fic are different. 

Fic has its own rules around interacting and commenting: “I hate you and I want to die” is pretty nearly the highest compliment that you can receive on a fic but is not something I could see myself writing in a letter to my favourite author.  

Fic is writing in its own culture.

If someone says “fanfic isn’t real writing” to you then they’re telling you that they don’t understand fanfic and no amount of meticulously researched writing is going to change their mind. Your writing being perfect won’t change their mind.

When “those people” talk about fic, they will forever be talking about stuff like My Immortal and never about stuff like Speranza or dirgewithoutmusic or (for an in-fandom writer) metawohoo. They don’t care about the best that fic has to offer. They’re looking for a reason to reduce the entire thing down to “teenage girls are weird - look at the weird thing they’re doing” 

So why bother appeasing them?

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.

The Zahir (Paulo Coelho)

Women have more power and agency in Shakespeare’s comedies than in his tragedies, and usually there are more of them with more speaking time, so I’m pretty sure what Shakespeare’s saying is “men ruin everything” because everyone fucking dies when men are in charge but when women are in charge you get married and live happily ever after

Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.”

Jack (via wordsthat-speak)