28 y/o in between writing a fantasy wlw trilogy and figuring out adulthood
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me: i’m doing great
me:
me: ok but hear me out, i wrote 700 pages about heartbreak, death, ancient magic and gays with too many feelings. added some archetypes-psychology vibe that burn from the inside out and there you have it
therapist:
me:
therapist: tell me about your family
well it's not projection if its ✨️well-written✨️
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✨️it's not a breakdown, it's character development✨️
me to anyone who asks "are you okay?" these days
I mean, at least its going somewhere... right?
#booklr#emotional damage core#trauma with good lighting#original writing#writers on tumblr#writing as therapy#lol#this is 100% olivias fault
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“I'd rather live a love that wrecks me completely
the kind I crawl out of in pieces
than spend one more day pretending half-feelings are enough.”
Page #21 straight out of Lyra's personal journal
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“if you ever hide behind words, i'll just kiss the truth out of you anyway.”
- to the girl who's got broken by love, from the girl who loved her enough to bring her back
#booklr#quote#originalquote#wlw#sapphic#lovequote#dark academia#prose#words heal too#soft angst#book quote
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bookmark to self #1 - archetypes of passion
i’ve been writing this book for what feels like forever.
not cause it's been YEARS, but cause those scenes and pages have seen parts of me that i hate, parts that i love, parts that i had forgotten and parts that i didn't even know were there.
(these past few years? intense. let's just leave it at that)
honestly, it started off as an AU from whatever shit i've been dealing with.
a place to hide from reality, from myself, from my own feelings - you know, those you try so hard to pretend that are not real?
i didn’t mean for it to become a world, or a love story, or a war between different parts of myself.
but it did.
there are archetypes. there’s magic that reacts to emotion.
there’s chaos that hums like a living thing.
and a girl who loves and breaks people she cares about in the same intensity.
so, this is a bookmark.
for me.
in case i forget that this story exists outside my head.
and maybe… if someone stumbles across it eventually —
hi. welcome.
it’s a mess. but it’s mine.
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