#journal entries

[hairtusk]

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

[raining-tulips]

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

[milos-journal]

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

[shefightslikeagirl]

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

[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.

[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

[scarfacemarston]

Arthur vs John Meteorite

I tried to look through past posts of mine since this seemed familiar, but I couldn’t find it. Sorry if it’s a repeat, but my files say it’s not.  I’m going through a crap ton of pics so I sometimes lose track. Arthur:

Transcript: Found a rock that had fallen from the heavens. John:

Transcript: Found a meteor, I think they are called. Glad it did not land on me. Very true, John.

[teentoospoiled]

débutante diaries

weekly journal entries reflecting on my teen years, advising teenage viewers for their adulthood debut

My ignorance sabotaged me.

As smart as I was as a teenager, I didn’t know any better making a lot of past choices. I either followed the misguidance of my mother or had to figure things out myself because no guidance was available.

How could I know any better when my parents, grandparents and other adult authority figures were equally immature?

Immature and ignorant about money, womanhood and specifically dating.

My ignorance has led me to experience many harsh lessons. Lessons that made sure I smartened myself up.

Not even harsh lessons. In fact, many of my “shoulda, coulda, would’ve,” moments come from reflecting on misuse of my time.

Instead of listening to music on my hour plus journey to work, I wish I was listening to podcasts about financial literacy and investing (like Bitcoin! Damn I should’ve!)

Instead of giving grown ass men access inside my teen body, I wish I could have educated myself on abstinence and how to practice hypergamy with boys my age. In addition to preparing myself for dating up as an adult.

I won’t waste time wishing anymore. Instead, I am choosing to teach myself game I deserved to know as a teen. Game about these boys (men now). Game about life and how evil, Shiesty people keep the world balanced.

I have entered a new, interesting part of my womanhood. One which has me reflecting on where I’ve been in life and where I’m going.

Where I’m going is determined by the steps I choose to take. That’s why I’m making more wiser moves, starting with journaling about my teenhood instead of trying my hardest to forget those memories, some memories being my darkest moments.

2024 is already starting off an interesting year. So, let me sign off by stating an intention for success:

I have evolved into a woman who inspires strangers on sight. My aura, attitude and accomplishments attracts additional abundance. I am proud of the person I am and the progress I’ve made.

BuyMeACoffee, but I prefer wine ;)

[persephonesprose]

"One day someone is going to find this journal and see the girl who was horrified by death, yet felt a kinship with the grotesque. They will see someone terrified of growing up, only to realize that time is an inevitable demon that catches up to all of us eventually.

We are here to laugh until our stomachs ache, and sob until our lungs burn, and understand that life isn't meant to be perfect.

We are unmistakably stunningly imperfect. Born to climb ladders to nowhere only to eventually fall."

Excerpts from my journal, circa 2024

[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. 

[hairtusk]

oh i am DEEPLY obsessed

[king-midas-fortnite]

Journal Entry: The Island Shifts

Midas jots down some thoughts on the changes

The island has changed again. I think there were a number of us who felt a shift coming. I'm glad I had taken the yacht further off shore before it happened. As well I am glad Valeria agreed to come with me. I know it was not easy for her to leave. Her railway station was already gone, but Glacier still stood. She was already there when I had called her, gathering a few items of sentiment and just...saying goodbye, I'm sure.

Walking away from anything you hold dear for the last time is incredibly difficult. She seems to be handling the change well enough, though I am not surprised by this.

Deadpool Wade was here as well. At least, I know he was towards the start. The man has a habit of popping in and out of my peripheral vision. However, I haven't seen him on board since the change. He probably made a quick exit to look around himself.

A guest I am less happy for, but nonetheless resigned to accept, is Kado. I extended a "hand" (bastard) to him as a courtesy to Valeria. We have not spoken since our altercation. When he attacked me for making a joke or two at his expense when some "unimportant" documents of his got leaked out. Unimportant enough to try and kill me over, evidently. Regardless, he joined on the yacht as well to wait everything out.

He's been tense the whole time, on edge as he watches the skies closely. For what specifically, I have no clue.

At one point there had been a number of those rift butterflies that had come down to the boat. Many of which seemed keen on Val, landing on her shoulders and hands. It was nice to see her smile at them. Nice, too, to see a few flutter into Kado's eyes as he was swatting and hissing.

Anyway, an island I know all too well is back. Everything here feels so painfully nostalgic. This island was home to me in many ways, but it's very different than it was before.

The Agency is back, but it's clearly not the one I knew. It's someone else's. All the hard work of my past sitting in the middle of the island, a monolith to my failures covered in tacky dogs and flourishes as if to mock me personally. The Zero Point sure does have a funny way of making me feel that way.

That's not even to mention the other version of me that's here now. This...Meowscles/Me creature. I simply cannot spend too much time thinking about him before I get a headache. I'll just keep my own yacht moored by Sweaty Sands, away from his for now.

I will make contact, I don't doubt that we'd have enough to talk about to get along. I just...I don't think I need to explain why a version of me that is also my feline friend is a tad uncomfortable.

Regardless, the island I know best is back in a strange way. Not the change I expected in the least, but it is what it is.

The Underworld being gone (hopefully returned to its rightful plain of existence), is a monumental weight off my chest. Hades already owes me for dealing with Mephisto and returning his rule to him, but it is an extra boone to not have to see my own personal hell sitting in the distance.

I expected the souls that speak to me in my vulnerable moments to have left with it, but they remain. They stubbornly cling to me like glue. I imagine they'll be with me forever. At least they still grant me the shade step.

Perhaps with Mizuki's offer for help, I'll learn to live in harmony with these voices, rather than merely tolerate. A quandary for another time. For now, I have much to learn about this island and it's differences.

My main concern is naturally what lies underneath the "Doggpound". I know it is no longer my building, but I can't imagine it isn't here for much the same purpose. If the same hubris befalls whoever is in charge...

I hope we can avoid another flood. Reminder: Unless discussed, these are not "public" to other Tumblrverse characters. Okay to reblog, but please do not roleplay on journal entries!

[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

[paradoxical-plutonian]

journal entry, 2016