I will kms if i ever stop typing, actually. I need this, it’s therapy
writeblr!! tell us, what keeps you from giving up on your work?
I love you mean girls in literature, I love you manipulative and scheming elder sisters of the protagonists, I love you ambitious women washing damned spots from bloody hands, I love you “she was always the perfect/favorite child,” I love you Emma Woodhouses and Caroline Bingleys, I love you mean girls with complex and morally questionable but ultimately understandable motivations, I love you mean girls they called evil and never bothered to explain at all, I love you mean girls who are not even girls, I love you queen bees, bullies, cheerleading captains, and heads of the school play in teen flicks, I love you weapons of war and calculating politicians and manipulators of royal court, I love you sirens and succubi and vampiresses, I love you changed by the end, I love you still the same bitch as before-
Maybe this therapy shit is working
this is one of my favorite reddit posts of all time
writing tips blogs: “to make your character feel real and relatable you need to take a little from them.”
dystopian writers: “On it boss!” *turns to main character and points at them with a pencil* “No bitches, no family, no limbs, no hope, no healing, no rest, no peace, no clue, no wisdom, no help, no freedom, no redemption, no happy end, no comfort, no safety, no food, no mercy, no dignity, no conclusion, no impact, ONLY WAR.”
Taggeth Thyself.
are people Aware that they can give their ocs illnesses that arent just depression & anxiety . u can just give ur ocs endometriosis . nobody cannstop u from doing this & if they try to then kill them Badly & with Hammers
The reason I still call Pluto a planet is because it feels like they aren’t accepting his gender to me… he is a REAL planet, I stand with my trans homies
the thing is that whenever someone says "pluto IS a planet" you don't know if they're actually a space fan who is prepared to love and cherish all the other bodies that would become planets if pluto was promoted again or the dumbest motherfucker on earth who thinks science should have stopped when they left 3rd grade
Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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