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elsmaster · 2 years
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"It burns, like plunging through ice into freezing water, breathless, frantic. It burns, like reaching too close to fire and stepping away just before it really grabs you by the hand. It burns, like eyes full of dust and lungs filled with whatpleasesyou." 
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Here's what happens when your heart breaks. 
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frownyalfred · 9 months
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I know it's been said to write drunk and edit sober, but I've had two seltzers and now I'm just sad, a little horny, and I can't remember how to spell anything correctly
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ragewrites · 5 months
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last poems of 2023, both holiday gifts meant for the same friend.
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givehimthemedicine · 3 months
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me, hyperfixated, writing analysis: hohoho these are such great discoveries and I've explained them sooo clearly
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me, no longer hyperfixated, reading my own analysis wip after not touching it for 2 months:
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xxxc4nn1baa-0declxx · 3 months
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upon the night i fell
my wings were torn from my skin
i was bleeding and burnt
yet i still i tried
to fly back to you
-T. C. B.
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cliveguy · 6 months
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happy anniversary of dean winchester killing himself...
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spindrifters · 6 months
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i wanna be a fic writer so bad to improve my writing skills and my english in general but everything i write just always ends up being very angsty and a chore to write, how do you motivate yourself to write longer stuff and actually have fun while doing it? 
ahhh this is such a tough question. just because I can only really speak for myself, I guess?
the really important thing here for me is that first and foremost the process of writing anything has to be enjoyable. otherwise why bother? I have to focus on the doing of it, not the product or end goal or really any awareness of how it reads back. like yes, that should be somewhere in the back of my mind but during the actual act of writing there's sort of a flow state you have to get into. before anything else, writing is a form of self-expression.
I think it might be a slightly different case for you, since you also want to do it to improve your english. creative writing's an awesome way to do that, and I think it's a great idea. so maybe it's not that you're doing it only for the enjoyment and self-expression of it, but I think the same principle still holds. you can't be agonizing over every single word as you're writing it. you sort of have to let go. I always think of the first draft of anything as just telling myself the story. later drafts are for figuring out how to tell it to someone else. so let that first draft be angsty, so long as it's not a chore. that's what edits are for.
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tricornonthecob · 13 days
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girl how did Hunter S. Thompson do it, I cannot write inebriated
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severin-photocopy · 2 months
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I'm gonna be honest but "Monsieur Venus" is basically a dream life. So you are telling me I can just do art for the rest of my life, have weird kinky sex and get high? sign me up please
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shmothman · 6 months
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honestly most of my best fics are the ones i fever-wrote at midnight bc i thought of the idea as i was falling asleep and didn’t want to let it slip by
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jacob-lockley · 2 years
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"be the change you want to see," i mutter to myself as i write completely self-indulgent Bruce Banner-centric PTSD fic after finding Ao3 Severely Lacking
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damixnpriest · 10 months
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writing fanfiction drunk my beloved
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xxxc4nn1baa-0declxx · 3 months
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He knew her like he knew the sun
She was bright, all-consuming
He said she lit up his world
And for that, he was blinded by her
For he could not see
When she stopped letting him close
He knew her like he knew the moon
She was tame, unknown
He said she soothed his mind
And for that, he was in the dark
For he could not see
How her affections dwindled
He knew her like he knew the stars
She was a mystery, distant
He said his love for her was infinite
And for that, he chose to stay blind
For he would not see
How she did not love him
- T. C. B.
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damagedintellect · 10 months
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💌 Apparently it's national gf day but it's also my 5.5 year anniversary with my S/O 💌
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💌 I am living my best life
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biff-adventurer · 2 years
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me: writes britishisms in my story, the rest of which is written in american english
computer program: you can't do that
me: watch me, bitch! i'm indian
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No joke
The adage, “Write drunk, edit sober.” Is 100% real. I’m quite drunk and the words are flowing freely. More so than they have in a long time. 
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