I don’t think this can count as satire if it’s factual.
You guys I hate writing because what comes spilling from the ink that I fought for with my BLOOD AND TEARS is either
"His breath pushes past his lips, cascading in a feather-soft free fall towards what could be, landing just short of 'I love you' and 'please stay' and 'you haven't even left yet but I already miss your laugh' but it's only ever that: just a breath. Nothing more than a sigh, or an exhale."
or it's some fuckass shit like
"Well God could suck it, fuck her backwards over a squeaky table, and impregnate her with Jesus 2.0 before she ever made a decision for herself."
AND THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN. SEND HELP.
There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
i so badly want to torture some characters rn
reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol
Me at this one particular moment defying every single one of these rules.
WHEN ON PERIOD:
do not crash out
your feelings are NOT valid
do not send that text
don't kill yourself. lock in
do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed
Just your average queer writer, obsessed with a myriad of random BS that won't give me anything but amusement and happiness in life. 19, Minors please DNI.
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