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"You might not believe in the prophecy but you are a part of it."

Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica in "Dune: Part Two" (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

whoever tf decided to announce the new seasons of Arcane, Avatar, and Umbrella Academy on the same day im literally making out with you as we speak

…If I am a beast, then I will snap my mighty jaws around their necks, I will lap their blood with my slithering tongue, and I will drink, and take, and show them what beasts really do when it’s dark.

(Unedited excerpt from my current horror/ fantasy wip)

“In fact, neither reader nor writer nor lover achieves such consumation. The words we read and the words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.”

Anne Carson, “Eros the Bittersweet”

I’ve spent hours, weeks, and years

Begging to be believed

By a man with no faith.

If you hate god

Where is my holy place?

Love me, I'll write good poems. Break my heart, and I'll write better poetry.

My self-hatred is horrifying. There’s no other way to put it. I hate more than I love and it’s all directed at my heart like a thousand knives waiting to strike. And I welcome each prick, stab, and slice. I always tell myself I deserve it. How hatred is a burden I was born to carry. It’s an infection made to spread. I am its vessel, starving and parched. And my spirit is so twisted. I imagine a gargoyle gnarled and defaced. I am a creature meant to be caged. If I get out of this hatred spiral, I must wear a muzzle instead.

I never thought I could want for more.

Never thought I could ask for more.

I became as small as I could be

Always shrinking

So you wouldn’t be blinded by my light

But darling, can’t you see?

I am larger than life

Cosmic and earth-shattering

Do you even care?

Every time, you close your eyes

Every time, hiding from my solar flare.

Idk first person gets me so close to the characters in a way I don’t think is as easily achieved with third person so it’s more fun to me

Mind telling me why in the replies/tags?

Writing advice that changed my sentence

When I was a young writer, I was told that I often started my sentences with "there is/there was/there are." I was told to eliminate those as much as possible.

I couldn't believe how often I used them. My first novel was completely littered with them.

I learned to diversify and grow my use of verbs. Instead of the state-of-being verbs, like "is" which isn't very descriptive at all, I started using stronger verbs.

Instead of writing "There were a bunch of trees on the hill" I wrote "A cluster of trees towered over the hill."

"Towered" is a much stronger verb than "Is"

Use the state-of-being words, but if you can, try replacing them with more active verbs. You might be surprised how much your writing improves.

Reblogging despite the imposter syndrome 🥲

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

Character mood board for my new fantasy novel I’m working on. This is my main character Mara and honestly I’m already obsessed with her. So excited to dive into her story and share it.

little miss doesn't know how to communicate because she grew up in a household where they didn't have family meetings or heart to heart convos, instead it was just arguing, screaming, crying and yelling.

It wasn’t heartbreaking. Not in the least. In fact, nothing had really changed. Things remained the same as they were. I was alone, and that was it. And yet there was a pain so sharp that I couldn’t let go. Like a stabbing pain you get in the back of your head. It’s not unbearable, but it’s there and it will last for a while. No, this was something I would get over. But every once in a while I’d be reminded of it. The pain of being too much. Too different, too excited, too emotional, too cold, too naive, too quiet, too loud, too everything and yet somehow I still was lacking something. Too much, and not enough. That was the best description of me.

"to be dead"

is perhaps the most selfish wish i've ever had...

i began to regret wishing for death

when i saw my professor

crying over her son's lifeless body.

[grieving] - IČ

//Sometimes I want you to hurt me

I think loving you would be easier that way//

when middle aged women say things like "oh honey, it'll be ok, you're still so young" i swear it feels like antiseptic for the soul, like someone serving u chamomile with honey when your throat hurts