#journal entries

[hairtusk]

rearranged and cleaned my room and it finally feels like home again :')

[yeetthebottle]

Last week so fucked up it made the journal entry sound like a confession of a Spiral avatar in tma.

So anyway who’s curious it sounds like a poem.

[raining-tulips]

sometimes you don't finish...sometimes that's okay.

[shefightslikeagirl]

From the Archives (28/?) ↳ COME TO MY PARTY???? Journal Entry, 2006

[milos-journal]

i dont really post art here anymore. but yeah i’ll post this shitass doodle while this show is trendy

[lyralit]

1.1.24 - writing progress & new year's resolutions

I've recently decided to try and write a little every day: so today I sat down and put on a timer (I use this one) but I changed the pomodoro settings to 10 minute work time and 1 minute break (with a 5 minute long break). I wrote 1,3k in a sitting! This is the most I've written in so long.

here are some writing things I want to try in the new year: - keeping a writing progress chart - doing ten minute writing sprints with 1 minute pauses - having conversations out loud on a voice memo and retyping it later on - writing scenes in the order I feel like writing them and reorganizing them later - having a journal of random scenes that I can put into stories (keeping track of my random prompts) - keeping a word count diary

on the other hand, here are my writing (related) resolutions! - post consistently on tumblr, both with journal (like this one) entries and prompts - to try and keep writing even if it's bad. you can be a bad author, or you can not be one at all (though frankly I don't *really* believe this. but it's a resolution, so I'll try) - engage my tumblr community! (would anyone be interested in sharing their own prompts in responses to asks?) - this is The Year (like last year and the one before). I'm going to Write A Book. - stay in love with writing. even if it means knowing when to stop, or trying to start again.

but cheers to everyone I've met in 2024, who have come, and cheers to those who have stayed. I wish you the best creative year yet. until tomorrow!

k.

[scribblesofapoet]

December is approaching, and with it the summer heat.

I long to be kissed by the sun, to lay in the sea looking up at endless blue. To feel the sand burning my feet as I run towards the sea.

For now the days are humid and wet, with no sun to see past the wall of grey clouds.

But the moment that changes, you’ll find me by the sea.

[paradoxical-plutonian]

It would be wrong to say I am grieving. Grieving feels like such an active process, a constant yearning. Instead, I feel passive acceptance in a world washed of color.

-02/04/2024

[hairtusk]

[starsarefire824]

moonflower ch. 6

Chapter 6: Blameworthy

A few weeks after that night on the porch, in the middle of the hottest month of summer you and El broke up. I never really got the full story from either one of you, but it wasn’t loud or tumultuous. If anything you both seemed lighter, as if your romance had puttered out instead of erupting in a firestorm like so many do. 

Even still, I knew she was sad. If not sad, severely disappointed. She spent every waking hour with Max that week and slept in my bed every night, hugging the plush giraffe you won at the county fair the year before and my arm tucked protectively around her belly. 

But you…You moped around most of all, seemingly lost and avoiding being alone with me for any extended period of time. It hurt my feelings, but I understood. I still understand. You two were so entangled in each other’s lives it was bound to take some getting used to. To figure out how to just be Mike and El, untethered from each other and individuals. 

I never brought up that night that you touched me, never asked what it meant or why you had done it. But I thought about it constantly, couldn’t stop staring at you and your hands, and the way your mouth was red and full and the truth that was: Your lips had been on mine. 

You’ve always been my torment. 

But after a few weeks, the both of you came around, and that’s when Max and Lucas started planning his 18th birthday party. 

It was the middle of August, just before everyone was about to slowly pack and leave for the school they had chosen. Or for those who chose Hawkins, whether by choice or by circumstance, made ready for the jobs they had lined up. 

You were less evasive, and we danced silently around each other for weeks, still nothing was said. But you sat too close when we played video games, and didn’t look away when our eyes met. 

There was one night we were caught alone under the streetlamp in front of your house, bugs tapping against the light and their shadows blacking out little dots on the pavement. I remember the cicadas were so loud in the trees as we set our bikes down to catch our breath after climbing the hill from Dustin’s house. 

I jumped off, leaning my bike against my hip as you threw yours down in your yard and turned back to face me, chest heaving. You looked down at me, skin flush with the heat and your eyes black as the night around you. I remember you licked your bottom lip because I couldn’t stop staring at how it shined in the light. 

You were so close and you reached out to me, your fingers sure, but your face suddenly terrified. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart pounded when you slid your fingers softly across my temple and tucked a wild flyaway behind my ear. I didn’t know how to be or how to act, still so completely unused to being on the other side of the line we had crossed weeks before. 

I thought you might kiss me then, and Christ I wanted you too. I ached for it. My heart raced in my chest when you leaned in slightly, your eyelids growing heavy and your breath on my cheek. But then there were headlights in my eyes and I flinched. The sound of the engine made you fright, and you stepped back from me, chest heaving and scrubbing the back of your neck with anxiety. When you looked at me I knew the moment was over, but you smiled out of one side of your mouth and regarded me fondly. 

[king-midas-fortnite]

Journal Entry: New Beginnings

We've made it to a new island. A new chapter.

Another eventful night, another rift, and another island.

A few had been on my Yacht once again during the change. My crew naturally, along with Jules, Wade, a couple recent acquaintences, and Valeria. She had to leave the apartment I had only just gifted to her. Unfortunate, and I'm sure not pleasant for her either, but I'm not in the least bit disappointed to have her back on board. It's probably selfish of me to feel grateful for her consistent presence in the wake of yet another massive change that scrambles all of our lives. However, selfishness is one of my known traits. And Valeria provides me a peace I have felt so rarely in my life.

Perhaps on this new island, I won't make the same mistake of getting her a gift that Tina, Wade, Perceus, and just about everyone other than myself could see as me saying, "please give me space." (Insert a sigh here.)

I like to think of myself as an intelligent man. Evidently, there are still areas that need work. Work I am willing to put in. For her.

Anyway, it seems Jones and his "reality warrior" group managed their own safe passage through the rift. This might sound strange for me to say, but I am pleased to feel relieved. He and I are by no means friends, but we are not enemies. As well...he was right, after all. I had originally wanted to try and stop the altered version of my device from activating. I'd wanted to prevent another disaster like the one that lead to my death as the leading side affect to my failure. However, it was Jones who'd convinced me that it needed to happen. It was his belief that it's activation would put us all back on the correct path. Or at least, whatever path the Zero Point deemed correct. He was right, and here we find ourselves in a new place.

I heard the merit in what he said to me then. However, rather than directly help in the efforts of him and his team, I decided to "aid" them by simply not interfering. Aside from my usual sleuthing around to keep myself in the loop (haha), I stayed out of things. I could not bring myself to have a hand in causing the same event once more. Regardless, I am glad he, Evie and their group were able to make it over safely.

I haven't a clue if Kado made it through. I'm sure he managed, cockroach that he is. I do not know where he is, and I don't care for that. His unpredictable behavior was bad enough when I knew where it was coming from. I'll find out what little cave he's made for himself here soon enough. If I don't, I'm certain Valeria will. Whether or not she'll tell me is another question, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. As well, I will try and breach the topic of his incredibly suspicious actions once again whilest I continue to try and get to the bottom of it.

All of that aside; This new island is beautiful. I'll keep from getting too comfortable for now, given the frequent upheavals of my reality this last year, but I do admit that it's pleasant. I have not decided where we'll be docking the yacht long term (maybe hopeful to believe there will be a 'long term'). A bit more observation of this place is necessary, I think. A meeting with Empress Mizuki as well couldn't hurt, if she'll see me. I'll reach out to her soon.

That's all for now. Here's hoping that things settle for a little while. Not something I like to admit even in a private journal, but I'm starting to feel my years after escaping death, fighting with gods, skirting dangerous wastelanders, battling self-proclaimed bringers of Doom, defeating a devil, revisiting old memories, and being thrown about different realms.

[emilieautumnarchives]

Tea Shirts and Not Much Else!

Posted: November 3, 2006 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives

Hello my pretty lovecakes! 

How can I ever thank you all? How?

Did you know that, since our lovely Teatime Chat where the new Suffering T-shirts were unveiled, you’ve pushed the “Liar” EP to number 2 in the MNS chartsust behind my beloved Rammstein:

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And just look at the TeaShirt stats, we’re positively dominating! What a shock, what a sweet, sweet shock. Thank you muffins, all…

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To show my sincerest appreciation, I deliver to you now the promised TeaShirt shots, as described…and if you’re a wee bit taken aback by my dishabille, then you shall at least have some idea of what’s waiting inside the Asylum section of the website when it opens…soon…be brave my pretties…

Tea Shirt Front: 

Tea Shirt Back:

[Admin Note: Cropped version of photo so Tumblr doesn't flag this.]

Get your own HERE, or go topless, your call, tarts…

Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, EA

[wishbrightdreams]

My Life Improvement and Hyper-Fixation’s Diary!

Hiya dreamers! My name is Wishbrightdreams (you can call me Shine though), and welcome to my blog. Here I will post updates on my life improvement journey along with things on manifestation, neurodiversity, and random fandom obsessions I have. I will also post and link resources I will find on the internet to share with you in hopes of it helping you on your own life improvement journey’s. I feel like we can all help keep each other accountable, but still celebrate any little or big wins that we have while making friends along the way! This is a positive neurodivergent blog!

I am still a new active Tumblr blogger, so please keep in mind that I’m still learning how to properly use Tumblr as an actual blog. 💖

What You Will Find Here:

* Weekly/Monthly updates on my manifestation journey, and my manifestation routines.

* Monthly goals and mood boards to keep me focused and consistent

* Weekly reflections on my life improvement goals, how my week went and what I could improve on for next week

* Resources on various life improvement tools I find across the internet

* Posts about my favourite obsessions

[caitlinsinterlude]

jeff buckley

[scarfacemarston]

Arthur & John Draw Whales

Arthur:

Transcript: Was this a whale in the desert? John: 

Transcript: A whale in the desert. Another thing I don’t understand.

[neramontagofficial]

umara-and-the-political-present.jkmi

[A curious file: the format is non-standard for omninet transmission, but is common among a number of encrypted journal applications. To open it requires work but in this day and age of technological access it is possible. The output is transcribed below, as well as a digital signature afforded to "Timorre", and a date- approximately a week ago.]

Umara was bombed at the end of the Last Argument, a parting gift from Tagetes in an attempt to quell their rebellious streak. The bombs are remembered by no one alive save the oldest husks at the xenoglossary, nor anyone within generational memory, but even today the landscape remains torn and radioactive. Tagetes was a child of Ispahsalar, a fact I still remember sometimes. Whether he was born there is somewhat contested, but he and his father before him were part of the great and ancient House Dellamar, who colonized Ispahsalar under decree from the first Passacaglia midway into his reign. It might be worth noting that Tagetes at the time had been dispatched to bring a great many territories back into the fold, yet while Ispahsalar returned with no violence and Bo faced a dedicated siege, the resistance on Umara was met with bombardment and nuclear scouring, a salting of fields that would keep Umara's core agricultural industry destitute for centuries. That Umaran aid is sought for environmental disaster is a consequence of this legacy: that their water filtration is so advanced is a result of a necessity. So while the bombing occured prior to the formation of the House Glass proper, part of me wonders if Umara herself has grown resentment for her children.

Two weeks after moving there I was caught in a rainstorm without my protective gear. I had not been taught from birth to carry it, like the Umarans I had been learning to call my peers. I stayed in it for a while, before my mother saw me in the downfall and ran out to gather me into the covered walkway. The mild chemical burns that coated my arms and face in the aftermath seemed the work of the sun, but I was put on watch for conditions born from that exposure for years afterward. I became accostomed to a city where the majority of covered walkways see the sky only through a cover of glass, and wonder what it means that the place I come from, the place that bore the man who did this, is named for this exact substance now. the House of Glass, perhaps, could be named so for what it did to Umara, and Umara in turn returned that kindness onto me.

It was that treatment that allowed me to understand at last the ethos of the Republican system. The Republican movement grows strong in the systems that are drawn to the brink of annihilation. On Umara the great pavilions and gardens are covered for fear of the ecological collapse that lingers just outside; on Bo the rising resentment born from Sanjak turned wildfire in the mines pockmarking the old surface of the planet. Even on fair San Simeon the threat of Harrison Armory lurks eternal. In such times the trust in existing systems falls apart, for what could have caused this but the failure of the system? Nevermind the prosperity of others elsewhere, on Throne Karrakis and Ispahsalar and Begum and Arrudye, where fair winds prevail and the structure laid since time immemorial now serves to be the foundation for so many great works. The desperate have no choice but to flail at all of the structures they can in search of a solution, no matter no imperfect or fragile. The Ungratefuls built their revolution on the back of the Kobold, remember, a shamble I hear spoken of in engineering circles as an "actively melting down slag heap." In the absence of support or structure, the people begin to suspect that they can only trust themselves, and so abandon all sense in favor of what may seem to work in the now.

Some have told me that this impulse is the correct one to follow, and that its proliferation will only result in the betterment of the place I call home. But I doubt this. The desperate and hungry turn to tragic means in order to support their survival; this does not mean that these means are conducive to a functioning society. The error committed here is a removal of context, and the much simpler perscription that what is required is a greater sharing of resources between Major Houses and structuring support. The solution is a more proactive Baronic Council, and guiding the more hands-off Major Houses into a closer relationship with their Minor counterparts.

The Republican houses sit on sites of pain and apprehension, remember, their histories pockmarked with deep mismanagement. It is normal for them to respond with ire to the reimposition of order. Umara rebels at her people, as does Bo: yet their people will yet see the sense in order as Republicanism settles into the long present. Already this begins to manifest: the evacuation on Bo has produced a differential in who has been able to escape and who has not, with the unfortunate no longer able to blame a delineated landed class for their misfortune.

[At the bottom is a set of annotations]

this explanation is laughable in practice. sure, the movements appear out of desperation but theyre fueled by zealots. doj types make this worse in the field - sm

Possibly, for the leaders, but I find the rank and file don't often care as much. People adjust their politics to their needs far more often than they care to admit. Besides, small concessions or sympathetic framing do a lot for building support. The Firebrand makes few friends. - Timorre

idk why youre wasting your time with republicans anyway. theyre so much easier to blackmail. this pr shit makes you too fucking obvious - sm

Why waste the blackmail when I can lure them with honey instead? You're in this position because of how badly you misunderstand restraint. Watch me use it properly. - Timorre