No more time

timeHere we are, holding hands, staring down at the dark, endless abyss. Here we are, standing at the edge of forever. Time does not exist here.

It’s just now. No future, no past. Just now. A singular moment, an infinite stretch of emotions and words left unsaid.

“I could conquer the world with one hand,” I tell her. “If only you’d hold the other.” Continue reading

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Confessions of a grammar Nazi

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errorists I like words . I believe they should be treated with kindness and respect. It pains me when I see them being abused. Sometimes I even refuse to “like” a blog if I see “their” when it should be “they’re” or “its” when it should be “it’s” or “less” when it should be “fewer”.

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The other side of fear

fear“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.”Jack Canfield

Let me tell you about fear. It’s poison. It’s poison for your mind. It makes you lose control, it makes you freeze, it makes you take the wrong decision. When you let fear take over, you’re just an echo of your former self. An empty shadow and nothing more.

But we’re all afraid, aren’t we? Even the brave are afraid. There’s no such thing as fearless. There’s always something to be afraid of. What will happen, what might happen, what we might lose, what we might never gain.

So… what is there to be had on the other side of fear? Continue reading

Help needed

As detailed in this post here, the situation is pretty bad, so I’m offering the following rewards to those of you who wish to donate to the April fundraiser:

  • For a $25 contribution you will get one post reblogged on my website, ensuring quite a lot of exposure. And, yes, you can choose which post you want featured.
  • For a $50 contribution, you will get one blog post reblogged, a post sponsor (at the end of one of my posts there will be a short description of you/your website and a link to your website), and you will be featured as sponsor of this blog for an entire month.

If you wish to take advantage of these offers or you’d simply like to help me out, you can do so here.

Thank you,

Cristian

Haters gonna hate

hatersThere are two things limiting artistic expression: fear of rejection and fear of anonymity. Simply put, oftentimes aspiring artists are afraid that no one will see their works or that the ones that do see their works will hate them.

Sadly, there’s no way out of this. No matter how much you work, how hard you try, you’ll never please everyone. It just can’t be done, simply because art is subjective. Continue reading

When okay is not enough…

okay“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.”David Levithan

Let me tell you something about myself: I’ve never really settled for okay. Yes, okay is good. For a while. But there’s always something to ruin it… there’s always something waiting to ruin our lives… Continue reading

The past is just a story…

Our ability to hope is our greatest strength and our greatest weakness. Because we feel that only hope can kill fear, but it’s all an illusion. Fear can’t be killed. It’s always there. Then there’s this thing about hope: we gain it and we lose it and on and on, and there’s rarely a more painful thing to do. Sometimes hope is stronger than fear , sometimes it’s not, so I’ve learned that it simply comes down to being afraid and doing it anyways. Continue reading

Why failing is (kind of) a good thing

failingThey say you can’t beat a man who doesn’t give up.

The first piece of writing I ever wrote was rubbish. And I kept on adding more rubbish. Then I wrote something else. And then someone said I was a retard. And I wanted to prove them wrong.

I’ve failed time and time again. In all aspects of life.

The first novel I self-published sold 4 copies in 4 months. It got a single 2 star review on Goodreads, and then I unpublished the damn thing.

And yet I didn’t give up.

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