#i want to write i want to write i want to writeeee

[luxfuxxvii]

i want to write. i refuse to hate myself for not writing. but fuckkkkkk i just wanna write. plsss brain just let meeeee even if im only like???? falling in love with my plot again. pls. let mE-

[alt-horror]

the horror of half-being

between baptism and burial

there are days i wake and feel the meat of me move, but not the marrow. the skin twitches with the illusion of presence, but i am not in it. i am somewhere else, cloistered between veils, caught in the vestibule of the living. i walk the streets in borrowed flesh, a holy relic gone cold. nothing takes. the wind presses its psalms against my cheek and slides off, unblessed. joy arrives in its golden cope, and i kneel out of habit, not faith. it leaves untouched. i am untouchable. not in the divine sense. in the cursed sense. in the sense of a prophet burned for visions no one asked to see.

there’s no weight to my days, only the soft hum of hours like chants echoing through an empty nave. i hear laughter like the clinking of distant bells, a call to prayer i cannot answer. pain arrives and i recognize it by name, like an old priest who forgot my confession. it knocks but does not enter. my memories are relics stripped of power, saintly bones locked behind gold and glass, paraded on feast days but hollow within. people tell me stories of my past life, but they speak as if to a ghost. and i am. i remember the parables, not the miracles. the facts, not the flame.

i am piloting a marionette, and even the strings feel slack.

inside me is a cathedral where no mass is held. no incense curls from the altar. no mouths move in prayer. there is only silence and the occasional weeping of stone. there is a god-sized hole in me, but the god has fled. or maybe i was never chosen to house one. i exist in the margin between sacrament and sin. i know what holiness should feel like, the salt of tears, the crack of bread, the ecstasy of communion but my hands reach out and grasp nothing. the ritual is flawless. the spirit never descends.

i am a self-aware apostate. not for lack of reverence, but lack of reception. the line is dead. the heavens don’t answer. the tragedy is not blindness, it is clarity. i see the light through the stained glass and still feel nothing warm. the world continues to turn like a rosary in shaking hands, but my prayers fall to the floor like teeth.

i remain unfinished. a sketch in the margins of scripture.

they say the soul anchors itself in bone, in blood, in breath. mine hovers like incense too faint to smell. some blasphemy in my making, some skipped step in the sacrament, has left me unbound. not saved. not damned. something in between. a liminal thing. a psalm scrawled in a dead tongue. nature or nurture, blessing or curse, original sin or divine omission. who can say. the chalice was passed to me but it was already dry.

people ask what i want. what are your dreams. your goals. your holy purpose.

to want, you must believe you are real. and i am still waiting to be resurrected

into my own skin.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

(please consider reblogging for a better poll size 🫂🫂🫂)

[lunaetis]

[ my fixation had been bouncing between h.sr, w.uwa, p.gr, and pacrim that my thoughts & excitement are all over the places. i'm also quite busy with work given the upcoming event & i'll have to work this weekend as well. i've just recently broken myself out of writer's block so i'll do my best to get things i owe out bit by bit ! i'm sorry i had been sporadic with my ic content as of late ;; i have so many things i want to do / write but limited free time / energy / attention span to do it. i'll try to get the asks i have out too bc i have many things in there i had been screaming about & super eager to reply to ! pls know that i did receive them and i'm really excited about them despite how slow i am hjlkhlk i shall get them out as soon as possible i promise ! ]

[janieunknownwriter]

I Psychoanalize Myself

As I lay in bed with the two cats beside me, my thoughts move on like a film. Each frame of the film illustrates a history as well as an imagination of how I wished situations would be. How I should have pursued my dreams, now that I regret. My dreams have not died; they are written in word form. These writings stemming from my imagination are, compared to an open book, a diary of thoughts and feelings. I do have imaginary loves, including self love. Create an imaginary love. Love has the ability to invite peace into everyone's lives.

[millie-mar]

lmaoo im stupid, the question is would u like to see what happens next in i think im in love with you??

[lilacdreams1010]

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[bulletdyke]

the problem with politically charged media is that the average fandom person thinks we fell out of a coconut tree

[singsweetmelodies]

my aunt: so, darling, did you bring some nice south african wine back again?

me, caught: yes... yes i always bring some nice south african wine... 🥹

my aunt: excellent! shall we have a glass of the red? 🥰

and i don't know how to tell her no, aunt mary, i do not want to have a glass of wine with you now because actually, all i want to do is write about these two men who drive fast cars having freaky kinky sex

[fishfiesta]

no offense but my fic i won’t hold your hand is sooooo Heaven, Iowa coded

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

My phone may be. breaking.

[mcmorare]

you. you there. you should send me memes and/or headcanon questions

[that-sounds-mighty-oof-to-me]

in that fuckass phase where looking the words in the google doc makes me feel like a caveman because suddenly the best i can manage is uurguhuhggg

[tsukiida]

good citizens of the internet, today's dilemma is figuring out where i want to dump my (future) writing and fic reblogs. i was thinking i'd make this my regular stuff blog but i STILL have my old fics on here (just 2,, LOL) and i don't actually have a new blog to rb stuff to. welp.

[tamprongs-and-padsfoot]

The impulsive need to write ten new fanfictions is hitting me like a semi truck. Excuse me while I jump out the window

[morningswan]

I have so much stuff to writeeee

For one, I have a long fic to finish that I don't even know how to finish.

I made a oneshot or a short fic, don't know yet, about constantine and king shark that I've barely started and I'm seeing how I'll continue it.

Aaaaand I want to write the tangled dc au so badly.

Why does the adhd do me dirty like this? I want to focus on one thing thank you very much.