#emotional writing

[erraticprocrastinator]

Emotional reactions I'd love to see written more

For no particular reason, just because I'm a sucker for any kind of overly emotional scene.

Characters getting angry because they're worried. Not everyone instantly melts into a blob of softness and gentle words when they're worried for their loved one. Some people get antsy! "Why won't you let me help you?!", "You are not okay!", "Stop trying to play the hero!". Bonus points if there's a moment of guilt and an apology from either party afterwards.

Genuine disbelief when given news (good or bad). Not just "I don't believe it" or "Oh my goodness, really?", but actually needing to sit down, being unable to process the information being delivered, being in such shock that they can't think. It just hits so hard to read.

Crying with relief. Alright, to be fair, I do see this one pretty often, but I can't get enough of it. The mess of emotions, the opportunity for sweet moments, the way it can drive a plot point home. Whether they're worried about someone else or themselves, it just gets me every time.

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[dilcetto]

hello, you.

you, who made me laugh.

you, with whom I enjoyed talking to.

you, who I called my friend.

you, who I loved so much.

you, who I cared for.

you, who I thought loved and cared for me too.

you, to whom I entrusted my thoughts, my worries and sometimes even my pain.

you, who listened to every silly little thing I said with a smile.

you, with whom I shared my first cigarette.

you, with whom I shared headphones, while listening to music in boys bathroom.

you, with whom I skipped school the number of times I can’t even remember.

you, who once prepared sandwiches for me because I said I was hungry.

you, whose cheek I kissed with platonic affection.

you, who I hugged with every “hello” and every “goodbye”.

you, who fell in love with my best friend.

you, who distanced himself from me.

you, who threw the years of our friendship away.

you, who talked behind my back.

you, who hurt my feelings.

you, who broke my best friend’s heart.

you, who judged every mutual friend of ours who still talked to me.

you, whose friendship I missed.

you, with whom I didn’t talk to for several years.

you, about whom I asked time to time to find out how you are doing.

you, who I forgave already, but it’s still hurts that we didn’t manage to make up at some point.

even for old times sake.

you, who I trusted once.

hello, you.

#dark academia #chaotic academia #writing #quotes #love writing #ex friends #ex best friend #emotional writing #light academia

[petiteredthinker]

#inspiration #emotional writing #roses #white roses #floral #pink flowers #bouquet #papers #academics #dark academia #vintage photography #vintage #vintage style

[inka-is-a-stinka]

Fawn

Glowing yellow eyes peer down from the trees. From the grass. From the horizon. There's no counting how many pairs of eyes can see the same thing. A small fawn. Lying alone in a vast grassy meadow. Looking down at her just like the eyes in the trees is the moon. And so it is. A vibrant life to be lived hidden in the trees, overlooked by the ones that gaze upon her now. And so it is a fragile, naive thing lying in the dark, focused on tomorrow rather than what could be the end of today. Perhaps she was born something else and given the wrong legs to stand on. But perhaps it doesn't matter because her flank is peppered with snow-like spots. And even when those spots fade, she'll be the same thing she was as a young one. Prey. But where is the shame in feeding the hungry?

#creativejournaling #storytelling #personalwriting #ventart #journalstories #emotional writing #fawn #cptsd recovery #vent

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 107

"You wanna know why I can't stand 'em? Why I wish they'd just disappear?" The man's voice was rough, like gravel scraping against concrete. He paused, his gaze burning with a hatred so intense it seemed to ignite the air around him.

"Because I used to love 'em. I mean, I'd have gone through hell and back for 'em without blinking. I thought they were my everything." He shook his head, disbelief etched in every line of his face.

"I would've given 'em the world, gladly. But turns out, they didn't give a damn about me." His voice cracked, raw emotion seeping through the cracks in his tough exterior.

"I poured my heart and soul into 'em, only for 'em to trample all over it and leave me in the dust." He spat out the words, his bitterness palpable.

"They took everything I had and then some, and what did they leave me with? Nothing but ashes." He clenched his fists, the pain of betrayal still fresh in his mind.

"That's why I hate 'em. That's why I want 'em gone. And I ain't ever gonna forgive 'em for what they did to me."

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[axlthelotl45]

An Incident

Should've seen it coming Fucking knew that it was coming Kind and calm Little rough around the edges Told myself it's not forever Nothing good ever lasts And yet I still wasn't quite prepared Because when the fuck do I ever listen

Words cut deeper through flesh Than the broken glass you cut me with Silent and defenseless Disassociate and stare off into space But I still hear your venom laced words Even if I have a mental blackout

Shattered glass around me Broken dreams and trust annihilated Anger and confusion Empathy and revulsion You made me feel worthless You made me feel weak But tell me, bluebird Haughty and narcissistic prick Of the two of us standing One alive and the other actively dying I can bite my tongue and hold my temper Resist the lure of violent anger I don't manipulate or lash out at friends And I sure as hell don't project onto them

Motherfucker The whiskey got to your head Not that that's a palpable excuse For the vicious things that you said Violent threats against my loved And now to me you're fucking dead To think I used to call you friend If I truly were weak willed You'd still be sitting beside me But never again

Get your shit together Little bluebird Weak pathetic coward All the things you said The things you've implied I am You're terrified and lashing out A corned wounded little animal As Death pulls you to it's embrace Fear makes you kill yourself faster Just a little everyday

Another bottle down the drain Someday I'll look back at the scar on my leg The one your broken shotglass made And when I crack and sink into despair Remind myself that of us two broken souls I'm the one still standing While you fade away into nothing

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[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

I have thrown a book across a room exactly once.

a paperback.

it was the final book of a trilogy, even passages would be blacked out, pages printed to look burned, torn out, water damaged beyondmmediately readability. but every chapter read revealed more of what had been illegible.

the characters fight against their written fates, but every move only advances the inevitable.

inexorably, the end comes and everything burns.

im full on sobbing, ugly crying like you wouldn't believe. I chuck the book.

my name is called from downstairs. my parents. what did they want?

for me to get them a chocolate bar from the kitchen.

time and a place, people.

I still can't bring myself to read the last 100 pages of that book. maybe someday.

#maybe im just mentally ill #but goddamn #how do i get that attached to fiction #the reader trilogy #the storyteller #traci chee #books #sad endings #emotional writing #dont worry the book is okay

[saintjimmy1992-blog]

Doctor- I Let You Go

How do I find the perfect words to say to convey my thought? Do I blame fate, destiny or do I accept my own cause in my turmoil? To have foolishly push away my own happiness because of my diluted youthful outlook I had at the time. They all say to be strong and time will fix everything but they all talk too much to know enough about anything. Time is the Master of us all, for we cannot escape it or run from it. With time the pain doesn’t go away, for it only gets easier to ignore until something opens the floodgates of emotions to reopen all those old wounds. Is it foolishness or naïveté that gives hope for a better tomorrow. To wish for peace in a world filled to the brim with suffering that wants everything it can take from you. This universe is uncaring so I refused to be, for I’ll keep holding onto that hope until the last gasp of air leaves my body.

“Remember Hate is always foolish, and Love is always wise. Always try to be nice and never fail to be kind… Laugh hard, Run fast, Be kind.” 12th Doctor’s Regeneration speech

#feels #doctor who #12th doctor #emotional writing #creative writing #the doctor #regeneration #first time I’ve written in years so no judging

[papillonmortis]

I gazed into her eyes I could see the stars. I was lost in space her smile, her beautiful warm face. My heart I lost it, no its misplaced in her souls hand she embrace. Her wings lights the sky, is it hear love or did I die. Happiness swept me off my feet. She says please don't cry. I'll be by your side.  

~Pap

#love poetry #soulmates #celestial imagery #emotional writing #enchanting love #heavenly beauty

[verseoflayne]

There's always so much going on in here, I can't keep up with my own thoughts. Sentences, words, phrases and points, all mumbled & jumbled and fighting to get out - but it can't all at once, not if it's to make any sense. The sense I do make, gets let out, spoken to the air, perfect, unheard and gone.

#free verse writing #mental illness #poetry #writing #dark writing #deep soul #depression #emotional writing #intrusive thoughts #cptsd

[petiteredthinker]

Kindness, connection and thought don't have to be great gestures. There are so many small actions that can communicate your care and kindness.

This is especially in the field of education, where we give attention and do everything for others all day long (as well as in other jobs and professions); in this situation, it is even more important to take care of the other and take care of the relationship with the other.

#inspiration #about me #creative writing #writing ideas #emotional writing #writing advice #writing community #writing inspiration #writing tips #writeblr #writer #on writing #writers of tumblr #kindness #responsibility #optimism #be kind #be kind to yourself #healing #positivity #self awareness

[inka-is-a-stinka]

Lunar Gift

Happy belated Valentines Day. Why not start this blog with a piece about my first true love? Here's to the day that you find yours if you haven't already 🥂

Oh, my dear. How I wish you knew how you taught me to breathe. Despite your own pain, you are a teacher of peace and comfort. Even when I lament about the unfairness of life, and how I wish my soul belonged to the stars, you remind me why my soul has belonging right where it is. You tell me why my soul is meant to observe the stars rather than live amongst them. I often wonder how you've sewn so much resilience and integrity, but to discover that you too feel weak and worthless at times makes your wisdom that much more meaningful. I'm unsure if you've noticed, but every night before we step inside for the night, I always look to the moon. At least once.

When I was younger, I would spend hours on the stoop of my apartment staring at the moon hoping she'd answer my questions. Questions whose absence of answers left me tearful and hopeless. Little did I know, none of my burning questions had answers at the time. Soon enough, my pendulum became a fidget toy rather than a tool used to conjure answers from thin air. I eventually began to visit the moon for her company alone. I'd speak into nothing, and hope that she heard, and now I look up to the moon and thank her for her silence. Because now, you walk beside me.

Much like the noise from above is meant to fall on our ears as silence, Our connection is more than just purposeful. It was fated.

#creativejournaling #storytelling #personalwriting #ventart #journalstories #lovers #emotional writing

[nearche]

So I just edited my profile on another social media platform Im on and I went to my ig to copy my bio and put it on there and a day ago or so I commented somones comment under a picture that said something like '' they (women) always say that men sexualize everything but girls are sexualizing this (object in the picture)''. And I basically just said that men do sexualize everything bc its true. And he commented on my comment that he wanted to discuss that w me but then ''read my bio'' and I guess Im not that smart in his eyes. So being a vegan for the animals, who is an intellectual, a creative and who is eccentric, sensitive and a child at heart is something negative? I know it is not and I know that we live in an upside down world were 99% of humans are ignorant,egoistic, close-minded people but the thing is, I feel intense anxiety when someone attacks my personality bc I used to get bullied at school for being and expressing my authentic self and that and other negative experiences in my life made me be afraid of being and expressing myself and whenever someone says something negative about me, the fear pops up and normally I would try to avoid the feeling or I would get lost in it and the thoughts that would accompany the feeling but now Im journaling and allowing the feeling but I still have difficulties facing the feeling and not fleeing into my thoughts or distracting myself with something. How can I stay with the feeling, feel it, but not allow it to consume me?

#emotional regulation #bpd #mental health #mental illness #coping #anxiety #social anxiety #blogging #girlblogging #i hate men #radfem #vegan #animal rights #not being vegan means supporting abuse and cruelty #men are shit #mine #emotional writing #dear diary

[catra-writes]

grief.

grief for those ive lost, grief for the person i couldnt be and for the person i used to be, grief for those ive hurt and couldnt help grief for pain i caused myself for damage i caused for damage i couldnt fix. grief for things that never happened, for what could have been had i tried a little harder let a lone tried at all, had i said something for once. grief for the words i left unspoken and now will never know what impact they could have had, for what impact i could have had. i feel grief for so much, the people who left my life, the lives i left, the relationships i ended, the relationships i let slip through my fingers, the things that could have been more happy memories, the memories that turned sour. the pets i lost and no longer have, the things i neglected to care for.

i feel so much grief for things that were both in and out of my control, i dont want to feel more grief but i know this will never go away, i'll always have "sad for what could have and what ifs" moments, i'll always feel a pit in my stomach for choices i made or didnt make, that wont change. grief never goes away for a survivor of disasters, even if on the outside it doesnt seem all that disastrous.

2. mind control

a mind under control, something people think i've had all my life but in reality i never have nor could i gain it. not where i am right now. i have people still in my life controlling me, poisoning my mind with more doubts and fears and insecurities, more guilt and blame and things i cant change until im finally gone from here. my mind is under the control of seeds of doubt and anxieties planted by my abusers since i was a mere child, things i cant uproot when theyre still being watered on the daily.

i cant free myself of the mind control unless i have help choking the weeds out, until then im stuck under the thumb of voices and chains belonging to those who've hurt me to the point im convinced im beyond repair, to people i believe i have no choice but to rely on or else i cant function because thats what they want in my head.

3. betrayal

a feeling im all to damn familiar with. many of my relationships ended because of a backstab, a switch of sides. im all to familiar with the feeling of gut wrenching pain, my heart dropping to the pit in my stomach as the person i thought had my back turns and dives a sword through it. ive had my heart taken and smashed to bits but a betrayal too many times to count. whether its an ex partner or a friend, even a family member, i know the feeling all too well.

betrayal as someone i loved sided with an abuser, betrayal as someone leaves me for better or worse. i may not have absolutely felt it all but i have felt it enough.

4. jealousy.

jealous when even though we're both poly my partner gives or receives attention and affection from/to someone else, jealous when my siblings are clearly treated better than i am, jealous when people are chosen over me, jealous when people receive or give things to others and i once again get little to nothing.

i hate jealousy, it feels unfair and selfish but at the same time its justified. with all i have gone through, gotten and lacked through my life i have a right to be jealous. i get jealous and i need to admit it to myself, i get jealous and i need t let myself be.

5. cursed.

some could say i have been, maybe even that i brought it on myself. for many reasons, and they could be right. but ive been cursed in the other way, cursed out by the family i no longer what to associate myself with because they have it in their heads that im wrong and always doing wrong. cursed by those who believe i was born wrong and dont deserve to have or be right. cursed out because i dont fit in someones box so to them i deserve to be called slurs and become their verbal punching bag.

iv'e been cursed by the world to live in a body im uncomfortable with, to be a person i can only pretend to love.

6. unrequited love.

one sided love, often the reason for a lot of the relationships i ended myself romantic or otherwise. and it hurts both ways to realize that. the person i'd though i loved the same way having to get their heart broken when i realize i never did, or the person i though loved me back turning out to be a liar and a user.

i dont feel love or fall in love often, not because im too hurt and broken to want to anymore but just because thats the way i am, influenced by the damage or not. and when i do, a lot of times it turned out to be unrequited, ive given up on searching for and making new attachments, because i no longer see or feel the need to try.

7. forgotten.

being forgotten and forgetting, some of my greatest fears. i fear constantly of what i've forgotten, if maybe it was important or dangerous and remembering it could bring more pain or that i forgot something and in turn caused someone else pain. i fear that i'll be forgotten, my name and face and very being gone from all memory, no one knowing who i am, leaving me in the dust. i fear i'll forget myself, if i cant remember who i am, if others forget me, what do i do? what do i become? and im terrified that without memory i wont exist, im terrified to find out what that would be like if it were ever to happen and im terrified that the truth really is that thats going to be a good thing in the end.

ive forgotten so much already, names, faces, people, items, dates, events, very pieces of myself even. im so terrified of anymore being forgotten. by myself or anyone else.

8. terminal disease

i cant say i have one, but i can ay it often feels like it with the physical, emotional and mental anguish and debilitating pain i constantly carry with me. every movement, every word, every energy spent makes me feel just a little weaker. i'll have highs then i'll crash just a little lower ever time. it doesnt feel like it'll ever go away, ever fully heal, like i'll never recover, at least not to full. it'll keep going down, going backwards, no matter how many times or how far it climbs back up, like gravity it always goes back down. you cant take a leap without landing.

9. neglected.

ive been neglected by my parents growing up, things that should have been taught and given to be i either got very little of, never got at all and/or watched/heard others receive instead. i missed out on the support from a parent telling me it was okay to cry let alone feel, that it was okay to make mistakes, that it was okay for accidents to happen and that it was okay to ask for help, to be honest and admit and own up to things. i missed out on a parent being there when i needed it, i missed out on a parent trying genuinely to understand. instead i got nothing, i got yelled at or i got shamed.

if another adult dared give me any of that i cried or got angry and confused or scared. i missed out on proper help from adults growing up, only learning when it was to late that i had options i could have used to get further.

i grew up being sidelined and hardly even being given the bare minimum. so when im included, when im cared for, when im given even the bare minimum, i dont know what to do, i cry,i feel guilty, im convinced im less than deserving, im unfamiliar with it, i dont know how to process it.

10. ghost.

ive had my fair share of ghosts, still do, often times i was one, still am one. ghosts in the sense of haunting words and memories, ghosts in the sense of overwhelming bottled up guilt, ghosts in the sense that ive been conditioned to carry what i really dont deserve. a ghost in the sense that im invisible, a ghost in the sense that i get ignored and over looked or brushed off, a ghost in the sense that people see and have seen me as nothing more than a fleeting piece of the past.

im here, im rarely seen or heard, i have constant phrases said by others swimming in my head, constant pressure placed on my shoulder like a manipulative parent placing their hand on my and telling me whats expected of me and giving me false hope that i could ever be enough for them, false hope that they care when at the same time they push me to the back, shove me to the side and favour others over me.

ive been a ghost, haunted by the ghosts of others and their words and actions all my life.

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[kathea]

The grand sorcerer Nelemir stood above the coffin of this wife. The hall behind his back murmured with the quiet chatter of funeral guests. He was glad that nobody was bothering him in the last moments he could spend with his lover. His eyes were transfixed on her face, trying to take in every detail, as this was the last time he was seeing it. With skillful make-up concealing her wrinkles, she looked so young, too young to die.

„Mathilda... my dear...“ he sighed.

„So many things I wanted to show you...“

He reached out and ran his fingers along her pale arm. The feeling sent chills down his spine. With funeral make-up on, her face looked so alive, as if she was merely sleeping, yet her skin was so cold.

She was taken from him too soon. This world held so many secrets, so many mysteries left unsolved. They were supposed to unravel them together. They haven’t had enough time.

He wished he could stay with her forever.

And maybe he can.

He turned around to face the hall with new determination lighting up his eyes. He turned around dramatically waving his cloak and with a bang, the coffin vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Appearing back in his castle, he ordered the servants to clean out one room in the dungeons. He placed her coffin in the cool room. It was a temporary solution. He would later need to search the library for a spell that would allow him to preserve her body forever.

***

After dinner, he went down to the dungeons again. He gently ran a hand along her arm. „Dear Mathilda... Did you know? If you mix ground bat wings with nightflower and set the mixture on fire, it creates a sparkling smoke. It’s beautiful.“

He gently stroked her cold cheek. „It reminded me of you.“

A servant approached and peeked through the door.

„Sir, your presence is required.“

„Yes, yes, just a moment...“

***

He sat in a chair next to her, wrapped in a warm coat that would allow him to stand the coldness of the dungeons.

„Today was such a beautiful sunrise. I wish you had seen it. Oh, Mathilda, have I told you that the Duke’s son is getting married?“

He heard footsteps descending the stairs. Soon after, a servant appeared, hesitantly hovering in the doorframe.

„Sir, you... you should come up.“

„Hush, hush... I’m in the middle of something.“

„Sir, it’s your daughter’s birthday.“

„Just a moment...“

„Sir, please.“

A moment of heavy silence followed.

Nelemir’s voice trembled when he next spoke. „I know, I... I’ll come. Just leave me alone with her for a little longer...“

The servant turned away, knowing well that his master was not going to ascend the stairs today.

#my writing #short story #flash fiction #angst #grief #sad story #emotional writing #fantasy story #original fiction #no OCs just a random story

[ourburningbridges]

emotional rants: guilt

#1

Guilts feels as if it could easily be the most destructive emotion for the human heart, eating away the joy deep in your heartstrings like starved maggots. The day I write this, I face guilt like a knight in war. My previous night was overcome by feelings of frustration and worthlessness. Allowing my meaner emotions to spill over, I hurt the one that loves me the most. I fear they will never see me as they used to, never again granting me their sweet love they had before. I feel just as fearful of losing their love and trust just as much as they might fear my presence now. Just as all pain, the dagger twisting in my heart is utterly unbearable. Though, just as all lessons to be learned, it is entirely necessary.

- I.F.L 🧠

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