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marshmellow-dragon · 11 hours
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*A abruptly stops in the middle of a dialogue.*
M: Did your brain finally implode then? About time. It must be all that thinking!
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marshmellow-dragon · 3 days
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marshmellow-dragon · 9 days
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things you love fading from your memory is so sad.
i'll always carry a book or show or movie i love in the back of my mind, but whenever someone asks me to tell them about it, i'll realize how much i've forgotten...
the love is still there, but the more time passes since i last read or watched the thing, the more that love becomes love of a concept instead of the thing itself.
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marshmellow-dragon · 10 days
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Moving through these three songs is the only therepy I will ever get for the traumatic college memories.
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marshmellow-dragon · 10 days
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I'm did this for the plot of my life. Sorry it fucked with yours though. *irreverent shrug*
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marshmellow-dragon · 10 days
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I hate this period between obsessions where I can't get over the previous one yet and so I can't get into a new one either. I feel both restless but also also lazy and satisfied.
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marshmellow-dragon · 10 days
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I feel like a lazy black cat that's found a warm and breezy spot and just refuses to move.
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marshmellow-dragon · 11 days
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This classic romcom scene just happened on the train in real life wtf?:
They were talking for the whole train ride. Neither were sure where this thing they had between them was going but they had so much to talk about so what did that matter. Her stop came so they said goodbye. She left, getting swept up in the crowd. He sighed at her absence and looked wistfully after her. He took a seat to catch his breath and she looked back, searching for him. Neither caught the other's glance and they went their seperate ways lost in the thought of each other.
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marshmellow-dragon · 15 days
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"Hey wind! Read the atmosphere here! You are atmosphere, aren't you?!"
Oikawa, the great king.
Quote from Haikyu!! Chapter 368.
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I died.
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marshmellow-dragon · 21 days
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When sleep starts to overtake so you move from the official escapism you consumed for the day to the unhinged escapism that you consume at night.
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marshmellow-dragon · 24 days
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"Your pigeon gave us permission"
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This is literally what my character says and I'm losing it.
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marshmellow-dragon · 24 days
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*Character A suggests something unhinged*
Character M and V together:
M: "That's a great idea!"
V: "That's the worst idea!"
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Unhinged quotes from my current wip :)
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marshmellow-dragon · 29 days
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It's like I'm addicted to self-destruction.
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marshmellow-dragon · 1 month
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This here is the source of my depression coz as my friend said how can anyone be healthy and well adjusted in a broken world like this?
I've come to the conclusion that i could only be completely happy if i was in a story.
Not only because i could go on adventures and do magic - just because it would be a story. Stories are romanticised. Poetic. A better version of reality, where everyone can be someone. Where i could be someone.
I am, in a sense, so much less than a character. Nobody asks me who i am in my head. Real life doesn't care. It doesn't care whether you get the best, the worst or the most interesting out of yourself or not.
It doesn't know about character arcs or overarching plot. There's no hidden structure that connects you to the things around you, that makes sure you experience things - go to places, do stuff, meet people, live. Sure, you can initiate these things yourself, but it still won't be a story. It won't set anything bigger in motion. You could have the most exceptional day of your life and still sit in your room tomorrow, just like before. No, your story hasn't started, even if you think it did. It will never start.
This is real life. And real life doesn't care.
It leaves us all to rot.
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marshmellow-dragon · 1 month
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*then gets distracted by planning this "unplanned" fall and forgets to actually write the scene*
*writes a scene where a character trips and falls to the ground while running*
*considers conducting an experiment on myself to find out what that fall would look like*
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marshmellow-dragon · 1 month
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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marshmellow-dragon · 1 month
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Ahh I needed this...
🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.
🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.
🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.
🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.
🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.
🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.
🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.
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