#RandomWriting

[captainwolf]

Second star to the right

|| Captain Hook x g/n reader

Trigger warnings: n/a

Theme: Angst/fluff/nonsense/

The moonlit waters were calm as the vast ship nestled on the surface. Mermaids danced and splashed nearby the shore, for every time the water was lit by the moon they would stir. Your hand caressed the smooth wooden railing of the jolly roger as you looked up at the night sky. The dark sky was peppered with bright twinkling stars. Your gaze was entranced by the second bright star to the right in the night sky.

You let out a sigh as all the tension in your body seemed to vanish with it. It had been a stressful adventure as of late. What with pan with the lost boys teasing Hook and the redskins chasing off the pirates went plundering. The seas quietness this night seemed to bring a tranquil wave over the crew. You hadn’t been in Neverland long but it was much needed.

“Say, what does me hearty think?” Came a familiar voice from behind. It was the captain himself. Hook.

You shivered as cold metal lightly brushed up the side of your neck and trailed across your jaw. It was his signature claw. Turning your head slightly, the sharp point of the hook lightly dug into your skin. Your gaze slowly lifted up to meet the captains bright blue forget-me-nots.

“Aye, I seem to have forgotten.” You answered honestly. “Remind me once more.”

Looking down at you, the captain tilted his head slightly in confusion as he lowered his hook. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak only to close again with no words being spoken. Instead, the pirate captain swiftly leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth. It was quick yet the feeling of his soft lips on yours seemed to linger for what seemed like forever.

You stood, frozen from shock, before blinking and snapping back to reality. In a blur, a swift hand was raised and struck the captain across the face. It took a moment for you to realize that it was your hand.

Hook just stared down at you as tears brimmed your eyes. You asked him to make you remember. And he did.

A wave of mixed feeling came over you as you turned away from him. Hands grasping the railing of the ship to steading yourself, you leaned over it and sobbed. You were looking up at the stars, the second one to the right to be precise, thinking about your lost loved one before Hook showed up and how you wished they were beside you to see the beauty of Neverland.

“Oh my darling..,” the pirate whispered, reaching over to gently pull you into an embrace. His sudden sympathetic tone caught you off guard for a split second.

This was Hook! The scary man all lost boys told stories about! The fearsome Captain that barked orders at the scurvy crew and cut down anyone who disobeyed them with his hook. But the thought quickly passed as you turned without hesitation towards him, burying your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. Muffled sobs could be faintly heard as you tightened your grip around the man’s waist.

He just stood, quietly shushing you. The pirate’s hook carefully pointed down as his other arm held you close to him. His hand gently petting your head while whispering soothing words.

Finally when you had calmed down enough, you broke the embrace. You looked up at him and noticed a few tears in the captain’s shimmering blue eyes.

“A-are you alright?” You asked, slightly pulling away to get a better look at the man. He nodded with a reassuring smile before letting you go.

Hook walked over to the stairs and went up to the helm. He stood with his back to you as he gazed out at the calm sea. You stood watching him as thoughts ran through your head as you why the captain suddenly seemed to let his guard down.

The breeze in the air was chill and seemed to awaken the ship whenever it would pass by. The wooden boards creaked as the lines and canvases of the masses danced.

Curiously, you followed to where he was and sat at the top of the stair. You just felt the need to be near him at this point. After a long moments silence, you heard the sound of his heavy boots growing closer. You glanced up to see him standing next you.

“May I?” He asked.

You nodded and he sat down next to you on the stairs.

[auraspoetry]

Friday, 8. November 2024

It was the day that I saw the world from your eyes, that's when I stopped loving myself. I got a taste of your world, I scrunch my nose by the third sip and I choked by the fifth. I was starving for my world that went missing in the fog of yours. I lost the hunger to get my world back. Who am I at this point. You painted me so well with your brush, you took all credit for my being. All that I was, I only started being once you began existing in my mind. I wish I could say it was a beautiful beginning, all blooming flowers and sunshine to begin with, and then it took a bad turn. Although, I walked into a withered garden from the start of it all, and I tried to convince myself of its stagnant beauty, of its lifeless state. I found one blooming flower, every now and then it would open up just a bit more. I believed that with the right care and with enough time, the garden would blossom to fit my imagination. Flashing images. I imagine. I imagine. Seasons passed, one by one. I could say the garden got worse, though I am not sure it changed. At least I've got my flower — I look into my hand.   Too late, I realise I had been holding onto it for too long, I had suffocated it. Too late, I realise what I had always known — the soil was dead and nothing could grow. Too slow, I am still learning to accept my reality, things happened — destined? or not.. they happened. I can only walk for today. Yesterday is framed in time, and I am moving, for now I am still walking. Paths will change and so can my pace. No matter, keep walking.

[nathangardner-thealterego]

DreamWeaver (An Example of Literary Nonsense at the Circus)

We wear the mask that grins and lies

And live in a world of our dreams

We have been here for a while now

Dreams slowly fading away

These smiles are plastered on to greet travelers

In a place that was once home

People don’t come as much

As they lose the magic of youth

Red and rusty rides wait for revival

As guest gather around a tearing striped tent

A faded red and white covering

Held together by desperation and a pinch of magic

Like a puppet we stand on the stage

Let's put on a show tonight

Following the orders of a ring master

That was never really there

A paradise of our imagination

Has become this decaying world of our dreams

The cracked brick roads sprout pale green weeds

And sharp vines coat the buildings walls

Living here in a dream

No longer brings you interest

For you have become blinded by reality

At the words that seemed to dance in the air

When I am here alone

I laugh crazily with no answers

Watch the buildings collapse and fall apart

Will you leave me here too?

Perhaps if we peel back our skin

We will reveal our dying souls

Pale, cold, and discarded

Our lifeless eyes hidden behind a mask

Beyond this world of dreams is a reality

Like a captain to his ship

There must be retribution

This place an escape from reality

Look at me through the slits of these eyes

At the humanity I have tossed away

I peel back the flesh and behold!

The truth I hid behind a grin

Carried by music we start to dance

Let's tear each other apart

Flames fall down from the sky

And this world begins to burn

We are at war again

Actors on a burning stage 

Controlled by the man in the back

Who was never really there 

We shall dance these sleepless nights away

And decay along with this place

A dream falling apart in our palms

With tears we hide behind a mask

[randomartistlmao]

"That's why I got my motto." Vivian just stared blankly at the clouds.

"Nothin' good really lasts."

Pepper sighed. She never was good at comforting people. But that doesn't mean she shouldn't at least try.

"Well, I think it comes in cycles."

Vivian looked back at her. "How so?"

"I mean. We met, right? You leaving must've been shitty, but we couldn't have met unless you did. Means sometimes it gets better, right?"

Vivian snickered a little. Pepper didn't understand what was so funny.

"Yeah. Thats true." Vivian gently put her arm over Pepper's shoulder. She leaned in without resistance.

They just watched the sun fade.

*Oh. She's never done this before. Maybe I should say something,* Pepper thought.

*I usually don't let people touch me. But for some reason...

I don't mind when its her.*

Pepper's tears fell onto the photograph. "Pepper! Pepper? You good?" Nateyo began yelling from downstairs. She realized she's been in bed for a lot longer than she thought.

Maybe she was right.

[randomwriting-misc]

See How It Shines

Astarion has a plan, a practical, life-saving scheme. He doesn't need the realization that the druid traveling with him is unlike anyone he has met before. In which Astarion has feelings for the first time Inspired by Hozier's Abstract (Psychopomp) Astarion x Drow Druid!Tav 935 words I headcanon her as a circle of stars even though that is not available in BG3

TW: Animal Death, slight, tiny tiny Act I spoilers

“What are you doing?” Gale shouts as they watch their party Druid gasp and run towards the sound of an animal yipping. She doesn’t answer as she moves with a speed Astarion has only seen in the heat of battle. They all pick up the pace to follow behind but are stopped in their tracks by the troubling image in front of them.

Astarion watches her lean down over the creature, the scent of blood and gore thick in the heated air. It’s overwhelming to his senses as he holds back a gag at the putrid scene, but it doesn’t seem to even register to the Drow. The hyena was panting, eyes wide and frantic looking at her in confusion. She shushes the animal, and with a calming voice, begins to speak.

What is she doing? Is she crazy? He knew teaming up with a Druid would come back to bite him, no matter how easy it was to work his charms on nature lovers with their heads in the cloud.

“It’s okay darling, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” she coos, slowly petting its head. The tell-tale tingle of magic surrounds him as he sees a soft glow emitting from her palm, and the tension in the animal's body releases as it leans its snout into her hand. It finally hits Astarion, the realization of what is occurring here, the smell, the blood, and the carnage. Gnolls had savaged their way through what looked to be a caravan of merchants.

“We need to leave! Gnolls could be around any corner,” he hisses, his fellow companions sucking in a sharp breath of air, but the little Druid makes no move to leave. Instead, she holds her hand up, as if to signal them all to stop. He doesn’t know when she became such a force within the group, but her presence was commanding, and everyone froze.

Never in a thousand lifetimes could Astarion predict the actions of the odd elf next. She sat on the blood-soaked ground, unfazed, as she rests the creatures head in her lap. It’s gentle, so gentle that Astarion can’t remember a time he’s seen something cared for so delicately. Then, the Druid starts to hum. It’s an unfamiliar tune, probably something from the Underdark. It’s whimsical and a little haunting in its cadence.

Astarion realizes he has been holding his breath, a lump forming in his throat. He would have killed the creature. A gnoll ripping out from its body would have been a gruesome nuisance. It would have been a mercy. He’s never seen mercy like this, comforting, safe, and so incredibly sad. Why is he suddenly so overwhelmed with his own sadness? Why is she treating such a disturbing creature with such… compassion?

She continues to pet the wounded animal, its fate sealed long before the party stumbled upon the scene. Its eyes are closed, breathing soft and even as she continues to hum. He notices her eyes are closed now too, with a furrowed brow and slightly scrunched nose as she sways back and forth, rocking the animal to its final sleep.

All the companions are still, watching something so intimate feels like an intrusion. It’s as if the Druid is saying goodbye to her familiar, not a random hyena found on the side of the road moments before.

Astarion notices things about her he’s only noticed in passing before, but it’s as if he is really seeing her for the first time. Her hair, he thought it was black, but he can see where the sun hits her that it’s a deep blue. It’s falls down her back in loose waves, swaying back and forth with her movement. She has freckles forming on her shoulders and across her nose and cheekbones, unusual for a Drow, but emphasizing the time she has spent in the sun, potentially hurting herself in her goal of helping others. Her skin, pale and scarred, looks soft and smooth under his gaze. He thought it was strange a Drow could be as white as him, but she’s not. Her skin is a pale purple.

She is graceful. She’s beautiful.

Astarion hasn’t found anything beautiful in quite a long time. He doesn’t know what to do with these emotions, how to keep playing this flirtatious game of manipulation. Was it even working? Were the soft smiles he read as bashful really just her placating his advances? Druids are wise, despite their carefree lifestyle, he had forgotten that it seems.

A tear falls down her face as the hyena takes its final breath, slow and soft, before going limp in her arms.

“May Eilistraee guide you to peace,” she whispers, a tear falling off her cheek to the animal. Taking a moment, she lays its head down, and flowers appear around the body. Standing, she sniffs, before rolling her shoulders back and standing straight. Her gaze hardens as she reaches for the weapon her side.

“Let’s go deal with these creatures before they take any more lives.”

Her demeanor has shifted completely, her once kind eyes now set on vengeance. Revenge. Standing up to fix the unbalance created here, to bring justice to these animals who cannot do it themselves.

Astarion thinks he would follow her anywhere.

The thought is quickly shaken away with a feeling of dread in his gut, no. He has too much going on, avoid Cazador, avoid growing tentacles, and gain unprecedented power. There’s no room for a kindhearted druid with stars in her shining purple eyes to distract him.

When did he notice the color of her eyes?

[readersmagnet]

Catherine Shelby Hale's "Stories by Grammygirl", "The Dinosaur Throat", "Remember Me", and "Random Writings" offer heartwarming moral stories for children that teach important life lessons. From imaginative tales of dinosaurs to touching reflections on memory and kindness, Hale’s stories captivate young readers while encouraging empathy and good values.

Explore her inspiring collection at https://www.storiesbygrammygirl.com/book/.

[estrellita-wrights]

"Not for money, not for views, not for anyone but myself."

Hello, I'm Twistedtalkings!! Well, not anymore... I realized I was obsessed with views, and writing became a chore, so I started a new channel to write for myself! Call me Estrell (or Aster, if we're close).

This channel is mostly made so I could write about my OCs!! I'll make a profile for them later (maybe). Tags are #tbttu, #tssc, and #twst. OHH I also take twst asks! If what you send is interesting, I'll do it!!

Table of Contents

-Twisted wonderland Fanfics (Asks open, but I can reject)

-My Stories (The Bonds That Tie Us, Two Sides of the Same Coin, A Regular Fantasy Harem, etc.)

-Random writing (writing prompts or otherwise)

Asking Rules

There are three different flavors you could ask for in writing twst fics! Canon-compliant, Romantic, and Yandere. Please specify which type you want in the fic. (Very much twst, but feel free to request my OCs too!!)

I have simple boundaries, which are, please respect my religion (Christianity/Born Again) while on my blog, and that's all right now whoops.

Also, no suicide jokes. It's a very sensitive topic for me.

No flirting with me please!! Especially in DMs! I AM A MINOR!!! However, platonic flirting/nicknames are fine (as long as I start it).

Please don't talk about war with me!! I get very philosophical/obsessed with it, and I'm currently working on not doing that.

Minors welcome here. I've seen lots of yandere fic blogs that say minor dni, and as a teenager who hasn't yet reached her debut, I feel super sad about it. So yeah, minors welcome!

DNI LIST

○Those with church/religious trauma, specifically Christianity. More for you than me, since I add bible verses to each of my posts. Feel free to block!

○ Those who are rude about Christ in my blog. My God is very important to me, so if you got something to say, don't say it here. Or I'll block you.

Edit: Also, those who disregard my boundaries in any way.

You now know everything you need to know to ask/request! Now, personal stuff! About me, the one running this thing!

My alias is Mayo! I am a binibini (maiden) from the Philippines! I am currently a not-yet 18 year old. I am quite excited about my debut ngl.

Other than Twst, I am very fond of manga! I've read tbhk and wotakoi! I'm also excited for "The flower that blooms with dignity" anime adaptation! I also love musicals, like Six and Hamilton. Very excited for Epic the Musical's release too! (I also code)

Outside of tumblr, I am a high-school student (middle school, by Japan's standards), who wants to spread the word of God! That's why I add bible verses on each of my posts! My dream is to one day be a Voice Actor in America, while also doing accountant work. I also one day want to live in Japan!

My main account on tumblr is called @/everydaytwstsimp. Its mainly for reblogs though. I also have @/twistedtalking, which is my twst roleplaying account, where I roleplay as most of the students. (More info on that account's pinned post).

[rnacreative]

The rain pelts swiftly against the window. She remembers where she was a year ago. As if the sky has opened up to mourn the past with her.

The end of a relationship. The end of a different time.

She knows it was for the best, but she can always recognize how much work it was to get to where she is.

She turned 30 only to have it ruined after the most relaxing vacation and time away. Sinking into herself, her 30s were already off to a great start. The rain knows those tears shed.

Work and being harassed by an ex, what else to add?

A new diagnosis and struggle with mental health.

There is always something about this time of year that leads to such introspection.

Breakups, moves, drama, car issues, her thrice removed ex for being suicidal and staying on suicide watch, or stuck living in a fake family who thrived on secrets. The list grows with each passing year, but as the list grows, so does she.

No matter the journey or drama, she somehow pulls herself from the rubble, finding a path forward. It's a feat of wonder that leaves her to believe she can do anything she sets her mind to.

The path forward is one of dreams she hopes to give herself. As life hasn't been easy, and while she's empathetic, she's consciously aware.

Just what awaits her past the rainy gray skies? Will it get better or continue to be a rollercoaster?

The rain knows.

[rosesandarcanas]

⸻

“Donde el tiempo no existe”

Nos acostamos sin prisa,

como si el mundo se hubiera quedado en pausa para vernos respirar juntos.

Sus brazos me rodeaban con una ternura que no conocía del todo,

como si esta vez sí supiera sostenerme sin miedo.

Y yo…

yo me dejaba ir, como si por fin hubiera encontrado un lugar que no doliera.

El jardín no era real,

pero tampoco una ilusión.

Era un rincón del alma donde todo lo que no fue

seguía ocurriendo en otra dimensión.

Debussy sonaba de fondo.

Clair de Lune se deslizaba entre los árboles,

tocando nuestras pieles como un suspiro suave.

Y entre nota y nota,

yo le miraba.

Y él, a mí.

No hacían falta palabras.

Solo el roce lento de nuestras respiraciones,

la calma de no tener que decirlo todo,

el alivio de no cargar con el pasado.

Era un encuentro sin culpa,

sin preguntas,

sin tiempo.

Como si el universo nos hubiera regalado

unos minutos de eternidad

para recordarnos

que cuando hay amor verdadero,

nunca desaparece del todo.

Y ahí, entre la música y su abrazo,

entendí que a veces,

el alma se permite descansar

donde el cuerpo no puede quedarse.

[theinterventionstudios]

I honestly don’t remember writing this

This entire book was just a dream as far as I’m aware.

[yoonsea-yoon]

From Lovers to Enemies: A Story of Passion, Obsession, and Betrayal

Have you ever imagined a love so deep that it consumes every fiber of your being? A connection so unbreakable that even the world’s chaos feels insignificant? That’s the kind of love they had—possessive, passionate, and unconditional.

They were inseparable, two souls bound by fire, willing to face any storm for each other.

In a tragic twist of fate, they went from holding each other close to standing on opposite sides of the battlefield. Lovers turned enemies. Their love, once a sanctuary, became a haunting reminder of betrayal and heartbreak.

And yet, deep down, in the quiet moments between their battles, they still see glimpses of the love they once had.

This is the story I want to tell. A journey of love and loss, passion and pain, where every word bleeds raw emotion. Would anyone dare to follow their journey?

#writer #wattpad #random thoughts #randomwriting #fanfiction #malexmale #author #author thoughts

[nathangardner-thealterego]

untitled - writing dialogue prompts

"the world will never accept us being together, for as long as we live."

"Then let's die, together in each other's arms, while the entire world is watching."

[maestroeternal]

I try to make Tuesday’s the days where I spent some time, even if it’s just a little time, writing. Some of you may already know this but I started a random writing blog about a year ago and have been keeping up with it as a fun creative project for myself ever since. It’s been a cathartic experience for me since I’ve always loved writing. And I’m a pretty broody artist as well who needs an outlet for a lot of my thoughts that sometimes isn’t just musical. So it’s been really good for me in this since too! Haha. The blog is just tons of dark, thought-provoking type prose, poems, haiku’s, random thoughts, etc. Lol. I have a goal of publishing a short collection of my haiku’s sometime this year once I write enough to make a little chapbook or something similar. We’ll see what happens. Lol. Anyways, this isn’t a promo for it by any means. Just kind of talking about how some of my Tuesday has been going and even though I’ve had a long week already and I’ve had a lot going on other than this today, it’s really nice whenever I can stick to my own goals and make things happen 🙌 I do have my blog linked in my bio under “writing blog” so if any of you feel like checking it out, feel free! I just posted a new poem today ✌️💻✨ . . . . . . . . . . . . #musiciansofinstagram #wordpress #analogvibes #wordpressblogger #wordpressblog #keyboard #studiovibes #atx #atxartist #musicstudio #synthesizer #inthestudio #tuesdaythoughts #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #moogdfam #artistlife #randomwriting #cinematicsynthwave #maestroeternal #electronicmusic #synthjam #poetsofinstagram #poetrylovers #composersofinstagram #composerlife #electronicmusician #audioengineer #synthvibes (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP0ncZvvGP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lynrical]

#projectjustwritecauseifyouneverwriteyoullneverimprove

Prompt: The view out your window (light, shadows, colors, the look of the sky, the look of the ground, what's there)

I crane my neck to look out my window, reminded that one needs to be deliberate about what one sees (especially when one’s window is facing nothing but a huge slab of grey wall).

I manage a peek of what looks like many fields of variegated red which are really rooftops that feel so cosy and warm, enclosing its fortunate inhabitants underneath. I imagine what lies beneath each neat square - the tiny humans probably sitting, sleeping, talking. Crying, hoping, working - perhaps.

The smattering of green in the form of bouncy-looking treetops looks almost like clouds that have decided to venture down from the sky to be closer to us in our dwellings. The tinier squares move in a line so neat that I wish I could break them up.

The number of houses and cars all captured within even this tiny picture testifies to the reality of community, a peoplehood, and makes the notion of living individualistically somehow laughable. In the very fibre of things, of the world we breathe our air in, is a given design we just can’t close our eyes to (though technically speaking, we can).

So I’m glad. I’m glad I craned my neck to lay my eyes on the view that was there - just beside that wall.

[floweryprosegarden]

Excerpt #1: The Waiting Room

    Seated in the doctor’s office I peeked over my magazine, causing the collage of perfume bottles to distort until they resembled vague, pastel coloured light-bulbs clustered at the brim of my vision. Across me slouched a woman with a house shaped cage on her lap, a string of drool snailing down her chin as she snored. I made a face at her green-cheeked conure as it inched down its tightrope towards me, bobbing its head. The middle-aged man a few seats down, his cowboy hat flipped over his eyes, fanned himself with a lung disease brochure even though the air conditioning had been set to blast. My eyes followed their thought bubbles as they bounced off the oily walls and popped. The severed letters puffed up to the ceiling in a cloud of confetti, mundane details they��d already forgotten. The parakeet’s thoughts were less entertaining, a string of staccatos that fizzled out before they could even form. 

     When the secretary, a bullnecked woman with streaked green hair grated down to a pixie cut, waved her faux quill pen at me, I placed my magazine back on the rack and followed her down a hallway tiled with domino doors. She kept glancing back to confirm I was still on her heels and hadn’t wandered off like a sneaky child. Once we reached my cubicle she finally left me alone, her black heels clacking against the shiny floor as she trotted off. I crunched down on the paper spread out over the bed, dizzy from the reek of iodoform. Fortunately the doctor arrived quickly, tapping a clipboard against his palm as he asked why I’d come. I lied that my back had been killing me and we both shrugged and nodded at the hardships of old age. 

[thoughts-facts-notions]

Hustle🤔 ✍

We are suggested and some times advised to spend time productively. People hustle for growth, money, learning etc. Needless to say people try their best to spend time productively. Especially in these lockdown days. It is good to spend time productively. When there is additional time we can capitalize it on something useful. But I am not much happy with how we 'move towards productivity'. I observed this in lockdown. What is a productive activity and what not is, has not been defined. And it can never be defined, that is a problem. Instead of being guided by our wishes, people are guided by general opinion on being productive. In general terms, spending time productively or being productive refers to learning/earning, which people are focusing upon. It is important but it isn't the only thing. Few important things are being missed in the hurry to run behind productivity.

Productivity is not something to be intentionally focused upon. It should be a complimentary output of activities we take up for satisfaction, happiness, peace and earning in the same order.

Satisfaction, happiness and peace seem to be similar here in this context but if we carefully identify we can find that peace is a greater circle with satisfaction and happiness being the subsets of the greater circle. When we are satisfied with something, we would be happy. Or to put it in a better way, we can never be happy when we are not satisfied with what we do or what we get. And it is the satisfaction and happiness which can make us feel peace. Peace as a bigger circle, has some more subsets. But primarily, satisfaction and happiness are two important subsets in my viewpoint. These are chain feelings with temporary effect. Doing something you like for a day or two will not give satisfaction for the whole life. Things are to be simultaneously taken. Irrespective of whether something is productive or not, as per the generally perceived meaning to it, one should make activities they like to do, as part of normal routine to, not to miss these chain feelings and feel a permanent sense of satisfaction in daily routine.

Unfortunately, the word 'productive' is understood in a very narrow sense. Literally in a very narrow sense.

Does 'stressing' upon productivity makes it even productive😅 ? Isn't it something we should get in due course? We need to explore what we like, what kind of activity make us feel satisfied and not what makes us more productive. Infact what gives us more satisfaction is to be accepted as productive activity irrespective of the general opinion. One need not prove that they spend time on productive aspects. Being guided by the general opinion may not be right. Such as, Just because studying a course or such sort, is generally perceived as productive act, one need not do it. The more important question is whether they want it and are they happy with it. Don't buy udemy courses just because you are free in lockdown or just because they are on discount😝. Ask yourself whether you need it in first place. Dance if you like to dance, without expecting people to approve it. Time spent is to be productive for our own self and not others. I like reading and writing. I do it irrespective of whether it is considered as productive act in general opinion and irrespective of whether anyone is interested in reading what I blog or commenting on it, except for constructive criticisms.

Learning/productivity in any sense/even earning for that matter, makes sense only if it is done with the consent of our conscience. There can be some activities or casual jobs which we like to do but learn/earn nothing out of it. Still, it is productive if we do it with a whole heart. What we get out of it is the satisfaction and some sort of experience which may or may not be much useful, but still they are to be prioritised. This is equal to prioritizing self care.

- Thoughts.Facts.Notions