Truly the all time funniest writer thing is when you're doing edits and you think to yourself "omg I've got the PERFeCT sentence to add right here!" and then you stick it in all excited, only to find that literally three lines down you have virtually that exact same sentence in the draft already.
Biz kitaplar gibiyiz. Çoğu insan sadece kapağımızı görüyor, azınlık sadece girişimizi okuyor, çoğu insan eleştiriye inanıyor, çoğu az kişi içeriğimizi bilecek.
curious to see where we're all at a little more than a third into the year...inspired by this poll (word count ranges are a little different bc year vs all time felt like it called for a different poll lol)
*you can check your word count per year on the statistics page on ur ao3 profile!
Chapter 35 "Alot of First and Alot of Lasts" The one involving the death of my daughter. I've never spoken of it until now.
It'd be nice if Tumblr didn't block my story, but what are you going to do! They're censors. Would you all mind sharing my story? The conclusion of "Bombing Down Poinsettia" in two weeks.
Me fuí de lugares donde no me valoraban lo suficiente, dónde sólo me comparaban, dónde no recibía ni la mitad de lo que yo daba, lugares en dónde ya no era feliz.
Me fui para no pasar más noches preguntándome que hacía mal.
my short story titled "Hush, Moan" is now live on issue 03 of bodyfluids lit! it's paired with some gorgeous artwork by @/xochi_pilli (ig) :))
it's a short & atmospheric read abt baby gays in Catholic school and i've been calling it The Jesus Masturbation Story on here<3 i hope you guys enjoy, and i'd love to hear your thoughts if you end up reading it!
Thank you thank you thank you tipofmytongue for helping me find a word I couldn’t remember for a solid 14 hours. Word that starts with D, means “to report”, has a military connotation? Debrief. Now I can take the red keysmash out of my document and replace it with English.
"The simplicity. The stars. The sundering.
The sanctity and the sin.
I will all be gone. With only ashes and
Epitaphs to echo."
- Hathaway Hayes (excerpt from "005")
I am made of dry reeds;
a single spark will set me alight
to burn away throughout the night.
The eyes on the charred vessel remind me
that my body is of service,
even if its is to just burn away,
to be nothing more
than a momentary blaze
to keep the darkness at bay.
Non capirò mai come due persone che si amino non siano capaci di stare insieme ma siano degli esperti nel distruggersi a vicenda e non capirò mai che senso ha credersi vinti se poi nell’anima resta una ferita che non si sanerà mai.
Ma ho capito che crescere, significa anche lasciare andare
E che lasciare andare significa che tornare, non è un opzione.