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My Thoughts

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Get to have a look into the mind of a Therian with Severe ADHD and Anxiety!

So basically this is where you'll be able to get a peak into my mind! I'll be putting as much thoughts I have in, but I probably won't be able to do all of them as they go by really quickly + some might contain personal information + I have multiple thoughts at a time. I dunno what this might contain so like, read at your own risk ig...

My mind is like google. I have over a thousand tabs open, some are frozen and I dunno where the music is coming fromAll Rights Reserved

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Elijah Grant and the Professor's Compass by DwayneWilder

True Words from the Author: Before you start to read I would like to say, first and foremost, thank you for your valuable time. Every writer likes to be read but every great writer loves to be followed in their own way. I think I am somewhere in the middle. I have a great story to tell but my writing gets in the way at unpredictable intervals. Forgive me for this. The story which I am now sending you has a few historic innuendos and timeline changes that may make you think that I am crazy but believe you me there is a purpose to my madness. I am not a great or even a good writer as of yet but my drive to become so is second to none. I say this not as an excuse for my shortcomings but as a plea for you to be harsh and openly honest about what you think. Do not deliberate for a second that anything you say will hurt or discourage me from writing more. This is my passion. I can never achieve my goal if I only hear opinions from people that believe what they are saying will make me feel better. I need opinions that will make me work harder. Lastly, after reading the Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, Twilight, Artemis Fowl and of course Harry Potter, I am convinced that this story can be just as special with your help. YOUR OPINION IS VERY IMPORTANT... so don't waste it being worried about my feelings. Now without further ado I bring to you: Elijah Grant and the Professor’s Compass

words don't come that easy. by hardlysober

I've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first waved at you and the love for the same artist started our very first conversation, but even i haven't discovered the colors of my existence yet, so why do you claim that you have? you think you've already uncovered the secrets and seen the scars and the marks and reached the origin of every preserved artifact in the treasures that i've kept hidden over the years but there's so much more that you would never even hear of. i've chosen to show you everything as a part of a happy story but will you ever know this? which words were rewritten and omitted out and which words are the part of the organic script which fits perfectly into the timeline. have you figured out yet who's the real director of my story? there's so much more to me than you think there is. poetry and prose and everything in between. 26.10.2021 - 01.06.2022

Limitless Conversations by Amreek7

Two people. One bench. A thousand memories between them. What began as simple laughter and late-night calls turned into distance, silence, and unspoken words. They loved each other once - deeply, painfully - but life had other plans. Between miscommunication, loss, and time, they drifted apart... leaving only echoes of what they used to be. Years later, fate brings them back to the same place where everything began - the bench beneath the streetlight. Only this time, they're not the same people who once fell in love. She's learned to rebuild herself from the quiet, to find meaning through her writing and the ghosts of her past. He's learned to stop running, to sit with his emotions, and to rediscover the parts of himself he once gave away. What follows isn't a love story in the traditional sense - it's a story about understanding. About heartbreak that transforms instead of destroys. About growth that doesn't erase what came before but gives it purpose. Because sometimes, love doesn't vanish. It just changes shape. And sometimes, the most powerful conversations are the ones that never really end - they simply wait for you to come back.

Tethered by ChopsicleDoll

Bright lights, the beat of the music beneath my feet. Distant chatter, quite whispers. The feeling of joy, loss, heartbreak, and loneliness surround me. Buried in a crowd, drowning under the gazes of people who look through you. I am but of glass, a mirror if you will, willing to be seen through, but not seen. Screaming in a room full of people when no one can hear you, let alone see you. Hidden breaths, rising, falling. Isn't that funny, falling? Laughing would be easier than standing here in the crowded place, filled with people, faces, judging every moment the other makes. I could tell you the peace I get standing alone in a room filled with people who only see you as a mirror for who they don't want to be. I could cry tears of blood, and non would ever so much bat an eye in my direction, but I love it. The feeling of being unseen as to appose being seen for the matieral object I once was. Silent, unmoving, unwilling. I am but an idea, glass, shatterable, broken beyond compare. But strong, resistance flows through me. Willing me to be the best I can be, but can I? Who says I make sense, who says I am even me, am I? That's a question I spent years wondering. Who would I be without these scars that tether my skin, marking each even, like a calender. To mend the feelings people have isn't a easy thing, but to break is easy, always easy. How easy it is to forget, to run. I can feel the ground beneath my feet, feel the soil in-between the crooks of my toes, I could describe to you the smell of the rain. Pinpoint the center of the earth, but as I stand here, again amongst the crowd of people stand in this room. I am lost again, an idea, but for what purpose? If I could run, navigate my way through this crowd, I would seek refuge somewhere dark and cold, where I could take off this cloak and be one with who I am, or want to be.

"My Little Monster~"|| Selever X Reader [DISCONTINUED] by lazyazz_bijj

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The Book of Books-Idea Collage by nzlateff

Beloved quotes or sections from my readings. A local author asked me what I tend to read to get an idea of what I might write like. I drew a blank, but what I told him he was able to figure out I was more of a literary and not mainstream writer. I thought I might share what I'm currently reading to also hold myself accountable...to keep reading and make time for it. Him telling me that I was a literary writer made everything click as to why it takes me so long to read books. I typically go for very deep content...borderline academia...It's not easy reading...rich in content and thought...gets the gears going and is sometimes darker thought as well. So now I have made sure to throw in some fun books as well to lighten the mood and to make reading more enjoyable. I have just realized while documenting my reading that I am more or less doing research for my book.... And I haven't been giving myself credit. I think it's because I was reading these books anyways... But I knew that I was using them to try to help me write my book. But since it's an autobiography and it's fiction (sort of...mostly...pseudo-soft-sci-fi really) I wasn't thinking it was research. Does that make sense? And now I realize that it is. So I've been so hard on myself going slow... But this also doesn't have a time limit as a friend mentioned to me... And now that I realize I'm doing research for it and I'm not just picking between wanting to read recreationally and write with them being two separate things... I feel a lot better about the process. So now instead of saying I decided to read instead of write I can say I am researching in order to better write my book.

The Guy Online by MiraSlaya

"Who are you", I typed questionably. "Just someone who loves you", he said. I blushed. I never felt this way before. Ever. But the only thing that's getting in the way is this screen. I want to know who is the guy that I'm falling in love with. I know he is feeling this too. He has to. If only you reveal yourself... I understand we are completely I love, but I can't without knowing who he really is. Who is the real Derek? That's a question that I'm binding to find out. "Derek. To be honest, I love you and you know that. But what's getting in the way is that I don't really know who you are. And it's bothering me a lot. You could be a 23 year old man. But I wouldn't know because you are not telling me who you are. If you are ashamed of yourself or hiding something from me, this relationship will not work out between us. I really want to know you. In person. I explained all of me. Now it's time to explain all of you.", I typed furiously. I needed to know wether this love is going. And it's going nowhere. I'm typing a John Legend song just to ask him who he is. Is there really something that he is not telling me? I really don't want any other man but him. But I will find another man if he's not telling me the whole truth. This story is about a Hawaiian girl named, April Nonjee and she is a senior in high school. She makes average grades but still capable of keeping them like that, and she loves to play volleyball. She goes on a group chat with her friends on a late Saturday night, but that has changed. She falls in love with this mysterious guy, but she has trouble knowing "the real him". Hoping the Sparks she has for him will last, or run out. Read to find out the rest...he he.

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A Collection of Poems by ArluGenesisPadilla

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Elijah Grant and the Professor's Compass

True Words from the Author: Before you start to read I would like to say, first and foremost, thank you for your valuable time. Every writer likes to be read but every great writer loves to be followed in their own way. I think I am somewhere in the middle. I have a great story to tell but my writing gets in the way at unpredictable intervals. Forgive me for this. The story which I am now sending you has a few historic innuendos and timeline changes that may make you think that I am crazy but believe you me there is a purpose to my madness. I am not a great or even a good writer as of yet but my drive to become so is second to none. I say this not as an excuse for my shortcomings but as a plea for you to be harsh and openly honest about what you think. Do not deliberate for a second that anything you say will hurt or discourage me from writing more. This is my passion. I can never achieve my goal if I only hear opinions from people that believe what they are saying will make me feel better. I need opinions that will make me work harder. Lastly, after reading the Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, Twilight, Artemis Fowl and of course Harry Potter, I am convinced that this story can be just as special with your help. YOUR OPINION IS VERY IMPORTANT... so don't waste it being worried about my feelings. Now without further ado I bring to you: Elijah Grant and the Professor’s Compass