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#but it won't be me
Man I really, really fucking hate my writing. Every time I somehow find a writing style I really like, one that’s efficient and enjoyable to write in, I get super excited and happy that I’ve found ~my style~. That kind of writing makes me feel so good it’s like I’m high. But I can’t control what style I write in. So I just lose it. Every fucking time. I know I CAN write like that, I know I’m capable of it, but I just can’t do it, I don’t know how to replicate it.
I fucking hate the style I’m stuck in. I want to write but every time I try it’s so boring and hard and bland it just drains me and makes me feel miserable and angry. I hate it so much, I hate it, I hate it. I hate that one person ruined the thing that brought me the most joy in life I fucking hate it and I hate her.
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kibberswrites · 5 hours ago
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I am moving away from my home state for the first time this week and I am so full of grief.
Grief for all the weekend days I would have spent with my parents, but now won't. Family dinners and going to movies and impromptu vacations we do all the time. I have not missed a single Sunday with them ever, really. Grief for the person I am now because I know I'll be different soon. Grief for what I wanted my life to be and didn't get. Grief for the ways in which the place I am failed me. Grief for the grief I am causing my parents. The ways in which our relationship will inevitably change. And I am sad to leave my mom and dad behind. They love me so goddamn much. I am guilty that I am hurting them by branching out on my own. Going on this adventure. Moving somewhere I don't know anyone just to try something new. I got a promotion. I am wanted there. And that feels good even as it feels bad. I am wanted here too, you know? It is as exciting as it is terrifying. I am going to change. A lot. And I think it's okay to grieve who I could have been and who I wanted to be and who I am when I live near the people I love so much and who they are too with me here while at the same time being excited and hopeful and making lots and lots of plans. I don't know how to know if I made the right decision. I don't know that there is one. I do know I am grateful airplanes exist.
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silverdax · 5 hours ago
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@gramhs​  said:     ❛  you  sound  like  you’re  having  fun  already .  ❜ 
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     ❝     you  should  know  by  now,  i  never  have  fun.     ❞     he  says  with  a  hardened  expression,  arms  folded  over  a  broad  chest. 
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cancelledcatboy · 5 hours ago
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Oh also, today in Sett’s life: the cart that is assigned to me at work is gone! Vanished, with about $30 of my shit on it! Nice!
Moreover, this was after I was told that the notes I put on them (which were nice and just said that the cart is my assigned cart) were “offensive” and I nearly got written up for them. Ready to rage at my supervisor because I bet if my notes were on there, it’d still be in the closet, left the fuck alone :)
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countrywestern · 7 hours ago
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;; if you’re mutuals only and you unfollow me, please block me lmao ‘cause i mean like —
     lmao just imagine me not noticing and inTERACTING WITH YOU,, LMAO
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ramnamsatyahai · 7 hours ago
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I did try to find a lucrative way to raise money this week but instead I just meditated on someones ass getting split open with cold steel and it sent me into a real tailspin i'll be honest. It really did send me into kind of a tailspin. it felt like the source of all problems everywhere. it felt like the hell memory there was no escape from. amazing how vivid the imagination. torturous way of the mind
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thesis-speedrun · 7 hours ago
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you know, actually iron fist is a lot about how hurt people hurt people, in Danny’s destructive anger and pettiness, Ward’s callousness toward others, Joy’s betrayals, Davos’s jealousy, etc. It’s kind of missing the point to say that Danny was just unlikable if the main point of this first arc for him was, as he says, to learn that “we’ve got to stop destroying things” and evolve through the trauma he and others have endured. Yeah a lot of his dialogue can be silly and his melodrama is often framed too seriously (as opposed to played comedically, which works in his later appearances in the Netflix MCU) but there’s substance to this season that kind of gets buried in the “iron fist sucks” rhetoric 
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robinsnest2111 · 7 hours ago
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mini plague related rant, don't need to read, DO NOT REBLOG ♡
man, I can't wait to find out when I'll finally be able to get vaccinated!
maybe in a few years if germany doesn't get its act together soon haha 😊
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if my last therapist had given me an official depression diagnosis I could've gotten vaccinated already hmmm too bad she didn't want to leave me with the horrible stigma of an official diagnosis :(
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larstenobar · 8 hours ago
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i’m really glad that the soup/salad/sandwich discourse has faded into whatever internet depth it came from bc no silly meaningless internet discourse has ever made me so unreasonably angry before
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calpops · 11 hours ago
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If I were to dip a toe back in and post a little blurb this weekend what would you guys like to see?
Tiny home adventure, a kinda fluffy kinda angsty Luke piece, or a little irwin fam?
Or maybe just some dwc concepts? Like the things that live in my head about the universe but aren’t big enough for an entire fic/plotline? And open discussions about the world 👀
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umbreveinstante · 11 hours ago
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There used to be a time when I barely had money for the bus. The same bus that now I take for granted.
There used to be a time that whenever I went to the mall, even the cheapest store used to be expensive for me. Now my wardrobe is not enough for the clothes I have.
There used to be a time where I was broke, jobless and even the jobs that would pay the worst didn’t accept me. I recently had a call from a ex-job making me a offer to comeback. They pay good. I’ve rejected.
There used to be a time where I used to dream about having what I have today.
And sometimes I forget that. Somehow, someway, I allow mf’s to diminish my efforts, making me feel like I’m not enough and I’m not doing enough.
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mccngzr · 13 hours ago
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                           HANDLE WITH CARE.  //  accepting! @derjaegermond​ acted: 🙍‍♀️ shoulders (to stop him from leaving)
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« no, no  ——  y-you don’t understand...! »
the hunter attempts to stand up from the cot, but confusion and weakness are enough to let the doctor’s hands not only keep him there, but also to start pushing him down again. to that, though, jacques manages to react, fingers pressed on the terrible mattress to keep him up. just a bit more pressure would be enough to make him fall, yet there he is, trying regardless. typical of his.
« it’s... it’s... i... i shouldn’t be here, i...! » the hunter stutters, his eyes darting from the doctor to around him, and back again. he’s breathing a bit too quickly, trembling from head to toe. is it anxiety? panic? is it just cold, or... something else? he can’t say, such as his gaze reveals that the place they’re in looks foreign to him. he can’t remember... how did he get there? where is there? it’s all a blur, like so many bloody times is for him lately.
« perhaps, i... ». again he stutters, and he seems to be talking to himself more than to the woman as he’s once more looking around in confusion. « i should... go, i... this place, this... this is not... ——  »
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