There's two kinds of crows that visit our yard.
Funky little guy on his stupid walk for his stupid mental health.
And
I HAVE SEEN EMPIRES RISE AND FALL AND YOURS IS NO DIFFERENT
And we love them both.
Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
Taggeth Thyself.
at the insane stage of character obsession where i start getting the urge to post pngs of them every five seconds like im showing ppl a picture of my stupid ass boyfriend that nobody likes but me
Everyone keeps talking about "the writer's barely disguised fetish". But I still haven't heard about "the writer's barely disguised huge ass pet peeve"
this is one of my favorite reddit posts of all time
as someone who has accidentally hit a civilian with a wrench over and over until the writhing stopped
what i've been up to the past 20 minutes
my boyfriend texted me “I can’t sleep, too many monsters.”
and my depressed ass said “tell me about those monsters, love.”
He fucking meANT THE ENERGY DRINK
my beloved writers,
you need to seriously challenge your mindset of writing for likes and such. You already know you should write for yourself, so do it.
It does not matter. They are numbers.
If your productivity and motivation are tied to how much positive feedback you get, you are killing the artist inside of you. To be an artist means to not be chained down by anything - not opinions, not feedback, not an audience.
It is no complex, hard task to stop caring. Just stop. Stop caring for it. I promise, it will be the most freeing thing you can do for your mind.
Sincerely,
a long recovered Wattpad-Reads-Obsessor.
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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