me going home after a long day to see my husband (he is fictional)
Taggeth Thyself.
I sit down to write and suddenly all the little things bother me… The dirt on my monitor display, the red underlined spelling error on the page, my broken Y-button, the random question of how to set an apostrophe correctly, the looming guilt of possibly being illiterate for not knowing the apostrophe thing besides doing this writing thing for a living since six years, the unspoken truth that if I were to give up on my job I would give up on the only thing I’m barely good at, the fact my dad never apologised
girl i don’t know how to say this. that’s not a found family that’s a platoon of child soldiers.
he’s just a little guy
Happy International Asexuality Day!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜
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.”
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.
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
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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