Has anyone else liked a piece of media so much but the art style or animation is just HIDEOUS :(
But of course you watch it anyway bc it’s SO GOOD
perceiving books differently than non writers
finishing a piece
designing characters
choosing chapter titles
finally figuring out how to fix a plot hole
when writing just becomes so smooth and rolls from your brain like an old film strip
writing romantic scenes of my fave ship
sharing my writing with people
those random top tier ideas you have to jot down before they go away in 10 seconds
thinking about people loving your story in the future
developing villains
making playlists & moodboards for my wips
writing desperation (for some reason ??)
describe the setting correctly
coming up with a cover
the first draft.
"so which ending would make the most sense'
share my writing with people
killing my fave character (i do it anyways)
trying to remember a word i cant even describe
make the side character parents well rounded
that one super cool idea you get 3/4 way through the story that doesn't actually fit anywhere
actually having to fix plot holes
writing.
is it really that bad that i just want someone to like me? i've been miserable all my fucking life, and now, when things could be happening, you come along with my greatest fears and tell me all the things that i don't want to hear, but i know that you're right and i hate that. he gives me the attention i crave of you, and he's sweet and funny and kinda stupid but these are all things i could work with. if he wasn't in love with me this would be so much better. i want something fun, with no strings attached, i just want a distraction from you and all the things you make me feel. i want to know what it's like to be happy with someone to feel loved and wanted, not dying all the time cause you held my hand once, to help me get off the ground. i want to be able to look someone in the eyes and think "i could love this person" instead of "he has this flaw that you don't". and here i am, thinking that i finally could be having fun, and you come around like you're the voice of fucking reason and tell me exactly what's wrong with me. that i am selfish, that i'm breaking his heart, that i shouldn't be so focused in myself (but no one ever has, is it a crime if i want it now?). and you're a fucking hypocrite in some things you've said. you told me he thinks about every walk in the park and every little touch, as if i don't die every day just by looking at you. as if i don't scroll through your texts and re-read them a million times. as if i don't talk to my friends about you twenty-four-seven. as if i don't try to spend every moment with you. as if i don't always make myself avaliable. as if you don't know what you're doing and you just see me as a friend. i love you and i hate you and i don't know if i should cry or shout or kiss you or never speak to you again. and the worst part of it all? i'll never stop loving you.
I have to admit something. Having siblings is a blessing, but it is also cruel. What do you mean I have to live 18 years of my life with them and then just walk away? Go into the world and live as an adult and make plans in order to see them? Live in a house on my own, not having to hide the remote or wake up earlier in the morning in order to use the bathroom first? What kind of fuckery is this? There is a possibility that I won’t even be within driving distance from them? I spend 18 years with them, laughing, crying, arguing, cheering, fighting and making all kinds of memories only to have to walk away from seeing them everyday?
I know that this isn’t always the case, that I can also see my siblings every day once I am an adult too. But to have to make plans in order to do so? To check if they are available to go grab a coffee or watch a movie? It seems so weird and a bit cruel to me. How can we go from seeing each other constantly to living far away from each other? It seems so strange...