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violue:

Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I’m going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect.

womenofspn:

6.16

adamprrsh:

josie sands x dorothy baum for anon
Josie Sands is chasing a ghost.

It started after her initiation into the Men of Letters. Hearing voices, seeing people that weren’t there… well, one person. A woman. The infamous Dorothy Baum.

Of course Josie had heard of Dorothy - hard not to; she was a legend. No one knew what had really happened to her, only that she’d fallen off the grid.

Dorothy is strong enough to reach through the veil and talk to Josie, and the young woman finds herself falling for the ghost who doesn’t know what happened to her.

Together they plan to find out what really happened, and put Dorothy to rest once and for all. But Josie doesn’t think she’ll be able to handle losing Dorothy forever….

octeviea:

Don’t bring tomorrow
‘cause I already know
I’ll lose you

lovegodherself:

INFPs are absolute idealists: they have values inside them which they really want to live by. This makes them good at encouraging other people’s growth, but can cause them to be too hard on themselves. They can be shy and reserved, but they’re incredibly passionate and intelligent individuals with an innate need to change the world. (x)

evoena2-deactivated20160101: hello, an odd question to ask but how did you learn such a wide and wonderful vocabulary? im a lit student myself, and i think my major pitfall is my lack of development in my sentence structure and vocab, i just dont sound 'intelligent enough'? i hope that make sense, and thank you.

elucipher-deactivated20151112:

The first part is gathering new words; and for that, you have to read. I read like a fiend, and there’s a text file on my computer where the words live, the startling or strange or beautiful ones I’ve found and salvaged—words like alluvial, foundling, sough, pythian, zaffre, immured, casuistry, apparatchik, euchre, vespertine, illume, serein. I love hefty, visceral words: gulch, gafty, raddled, susurrous, bathyal, farrago, chaparral, lithic, smelter, curmurring. A lot of it is just sifting through language, chasing etymologies, paying attention to the sound and weight and colour of words. 

The second part is deliberately unlearning everything you’ve been taught about “standard” or “normative” language use (because that’s just one register available to you). Read weird fiction and imagist poetry and magic realism and Shakespeare and nonsense verse and Lolita and anti-novels and poetic prose and essays and A Clockwork Orange and Beloved and surrealist short stories and postmodern pastiche and weird Twitter—you can be irreverent with language, you can twist it and smash it and carve it up and fuse it together to get brief gulps of the extraordinary. This language belongs to you; you own it by climbing inside it, until you know the spare flesh from the bare bones. That’s how you develop style. 

The third part is knowing when and how to use your word-hoard. This is something you learn by writing and writing and writing; and reading—particularly poetry, because it’s a condensed stained-glass rhetoric in which every word is exact and no other will do. Your writing should adapt to audience and context and purpose; no one has just one style. For academic writing, you don’t want peacocking and acrobatics; you want clarity. 

Don’t confuse complication and obscurity for complexity and intelligence. It’s about knowing when to use viridian or chartreuse or olive or glaucous or chrysoprase, and when to use green—and when to use no adjective at all; when to use simple strong words because good writing is not a smokescreen and sometimes there’s no better word than dark or pale or think or true. If in doubt, use a simple word and use it boldly. 

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