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Happy birthday Rengoku Kyojuro! The flame hashira! My baby boy! My Shayla’s!
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Going back to old writing is either just like:
1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”
2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”
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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
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No one else can tell your story. You can try to hide it, bury it, or suppress it, but eventually it will come out one way or another. And the power of words is not a force to be reckoned with.
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me reading my writing and wondering how the most incoherent sentence somehow was kept through all these rounds of editing
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when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever
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Writing sometimes feels like a strange disorder you just kind of cope with by being creative. Like your brain randomly decides to dump a million-piece puzzle in front of you and says, 'Solve this or we will never think of anything else, ever.' You toil away for years and by some miracle you solve it, and it's the most fulfilling, exhilarating feeling in the world. It's perfect. You did it. And your brain is like, 'OK, here's my idea for three sequels and a spinoff.'
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"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.
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