#sad writer

[winglesswriter]

I missed a flight home from Rome and will have to wait all night for the next so SEND ASKS PLEASE?

Ask me about my writing or tell me about yours!

[sherreenwrites]

i never liked fall, not until now. when i fell in love with the first boy i ever loved, i didn’t like him at first, too. but then i loved him. and so i learned to appreciate the things i didn’t like. to keep my mind open. once, i stood on the front steps of our door and i watched the rain pour down and i felt so lost in the magic of the sky and the winter and water that i knew, then, even though i didn’t like winter, i was falling in love with it. and so i let myself. i never liked fall but october has been my salvation for two autumns. but this october is slipping away and it’s taking something from me with it. the seasons are shifting, and so did something within me, too. my poetry is collecting dust in the back shelves of my mind. i’m too tired to put it into pretty words. it. what is it?

it is october days slipping by in a blur of all-too-similar days that leave me tired and drained. but it’s not just that. it’s another season slipping into another, another year spinning into another, another piece of me dwindling, another part of my youth fading away into nothing. it’s caramel dripping from my lips as i walk towards him and he walks away. coldness settling in where the love once did. pouring rain and rumbling thunder. my faith rattling inside my heart. uncertainty. out of breath. a collection of pills to numb the pain that stretches out for days and always lurks under the surface. efforts that feel like mountains building up over my chest. it’s the day my friend got mad at me and i was too tired and sick of all of it that i wanted to sit back and fix nothing watch it all crash and burn. i don’t want to fix anything more. the voices in my head have quieted down; both the good and the bad. i listen to nothing. i hear nothing but the echoes of my resignation. it’s a numbness of acceptance settling in my bones. i believe what i know. i believe what i keep being told, over and over. indifference has filled me up; i let it. i sit in a roomful of people and i can’t deal with it anymore. it’s reaching out and being left behind and shutting out and shutting up and hiding out. a quiet decision to step back and away from the world. an agreement. it’s a quietness i now carry within me that i don’t recognize. a numbness that scares me. i’m too scared to go back outside. i see ghosts lurking down the stairs. it’s my walls coming back up, again.

a part of me leaves me as october ends. i don’t think it’ll come back. i hope it does, but right now, i’m too tired to even think about that.

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

[innerthoughtsmonologue]

Sad stories writer

I suppose that those who do not know their history are condemned to repeat it.

But what if we rewrite it?

We could create an alternative ending where the world spins at our pace. One where as soon as we meet again there would be no need for words to know how we feel about each other. A world where your eyes would reflect the will of your soul, showing everything you desire in the brown of your gaze. A world where we are together.

Unfortunately I'm a writer of sad stories.

[faithiegirl01]

Sometimes I wonder if the world would even care if I just up and disappeared… would anyone actually really miss me…? Would they care then?

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[bihudson]

Siempre que tengo el corazón roto, vengo a Tumblr.

[alimr3]

Akele chalna muskil hai ya saath nibhana?

Shayd dono hi par sabse zyda muskil toh kisi ki khamiyan dekh ke uska haath thame rakhna kamal hai

[mellblogss]

I need someone to stay and not run away when things get hard.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

actually can we stop talking about “deserve” when it comes to characters dying in fiction. not everything is a fable with a moral lesson to be learned. romeo and juliet didn’t “deserve” to die. bambi’s mom didn’t “deserve” to die. izzy dying in the finale doesn’t mean ofmd is saying that certain types of queer people “deserve” to die. fictional death can serve more narrative purposes than just punishment for the character doing the dying.

[urfriendlywriter]

20 angsty romance prompts part 2

(feel free to use <33 tag me when yall writeeee)

crying in your lover's arms

^ face buried in their chest, while their heart breaks at your every sob :(

"i wish i loved you less." but it is spat at the other person angrily, immediately being regretted after the words leave their mouth.

watching them cry and not knowing what to do (ouch-)

"why do you love me when you know i can't- shouldn't love you back?"

"you messed me up, you fcked me over and what- how dare i? how dare fckn you!"

"i am sorry. i am so so.. so.. sorry. please.. let me go."

"don't you dare do this to me- No! No, no, no, no- nono, hey, please!!"

"... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... " (if written write, this wud traumatize me)

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

them literally on their knees, "please, please--just please trust me! Why is it so hard for you to believe me once?"

^ "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?"

"i am not sorry that i don't love you. I'm sorry that you don't love yourself."

"i loved you, believe me. i did. then you turned into someone else, someone... scary."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP HURTING ME? why--why am i the one.. always losing everything..?"

"listen to me-" "No, no!" "my dear, i swear, that isn't what i meant." "oh yeah? i don't think so. you were pretty loud and clear back there."

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me."

"promise me you'll be okay, and that you'll keep living. moving on, even without me." "only if you do the same." (this happened irl yall)

"you saved me then killed me all over again."

[maeswrites]

to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.

— mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)

[crazystonergirl]

ngl this is so me

[emozionidinchiostro]

During yesterday SAG-AFTRA press conference a journalist asked:

“What do you say to the fans and consumers that aren’t interested in the strike and just want to see their favourite tv show?” (or something along these lines I don’t recall the precise words)

And Fran Drescher responded with:

“Well, what makes you think they are not interested in what’s happening here? I think that they have an allegiance to all of us because we bring joy and entertainment to their lives […] so I don’t think that your assumption that they don’t really care about anything but being entertained over the summer is the bottom line” and proceded to say how this corporate greed can extend to all fields of works and how we understand that

AND WE DO UNDERSTAND AND WE DO CARE!

I love her so much for this! It makes me sooo mad when the assumption is that, as a consumer, I don’t care about people who make something that I love, because I do, we do! I know for a fact that people in fandoms care so much about the people involved in the creation of every aspect of their favourite piece of media.

Stop infantilising the audience! We are not whiny children and we understand the complexities of this moment. I am sooo happy that she recognised that.

[lifeofatriggeredhoe]

I want to come home.