#self written prose

[athousandbyeol]

"the reuniting of a broken mirror," this is the true story of princess lechang of the southern dynasties. she was forced to part from her husband. before they separated, they broke a mirror and each took half. many years later, they reunited because of the mirror and spent the rest of their lives together. however, behind this beautiful story lies a deeper meaning. during the decades they couldn't see each other, they could only look at the mirror and long for the beautiful image of each other. after their reunion, in the mirror, i could no longer see your enchanting face like a fairy from before, only the desolate moonlight reflected by the passage of time. (x)

[hoppipolla]

You're a bruised soul, forever blue

FILM THANAPAT as CHARN in LAWS OF ATTRACTION dir. Worawit Khuttiyayothin (2023)

(insp.)

[hereiswhatremains]

"You never thought your body could be anything except bruised/ your locked door/ your haunted house/ the unlearning is taking so long."

— Fortesa Latifi, Fingertips

[dreamsy990]

hi i wanted to draw my own au so have a snippet of scene i rewrote like 12 times and will likely rewrite again

[horriblewithwords]

She’s something to feel. Experience even. I’m not sure what it is I’m even trying to describe about her, but even without her physical presence, I can feel her by my side and it makes it hard. Difficult to find the right words. She’s like an attention grabber or something. Always on the nose, guiding me. Like a fresh scent and I’m the dog.

[winterrfire]

It was a test that I failed, but a lesson I'll always remember.

—Romaisa Yasmeen

[elissastillstands]

Minthara lives past Moonrise. // On home, requital, and all the things they give to the water.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 14,615 Relationships: Minthara Baenre/Tav, Lae'zel/Shadowheart Additional Tags: The Underdark, Developing Relationship, Introspection, Character Study

Excerpt: The cleric casts Silence on all of them so they can pass into the depths unnoticed. They slip between the stone gates of the Sharran ruins like ghosts and ride the rickety elevator down to the old forge, where crooning water laps at the remnants of the duergar’s docks. From there, they commandeer a ship to cross the lake. Har’oloth’s lakes are bitter with what the water holds, heavy enough with salt that ships float higher on the surface.

Minthara can taste it when they cross into her old home. They only ever venture into its outskirts, the impoverished places which lie tangent to the sun-bleached lands, but the air still turns lively, thick with rot, sweeter than any honeyed dates the surface has ever grown. Her teeth itch and ache with their longing for it.

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62735863/chapters/160607641

Thank you to @zoloteh-volossya for the beta!

[blossom-tape]

clean

ten months sober. i never thought i’d make it this far, but here i am. it hasn’t been easy—just because i’m clean doesn’t mean i don’t miss him. the memories would creep in when i least expected, tempting me with a warmth i’d almost forgotten. there were nights i felt his pull, that familiar weight tugging at my resolve. but each time, i held on. i reminded myself of what i was fighting for.

now, though, something feels different. there are no traces of him left—no whispers, no shadows lingering at the edges of my thoughts. for the first time, i can say i’m fully clean. it’s just me, clear-headed and free. and in this space he used to occupy, i feel something new—happiness, lightness, and a clarity i’d nearly given up on. i’m finally here, just as I am, whole and unbroken.

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

I feel like we've drifted apart

'cause you don't look at me like that anymore'

[theoutcastsays]

Demons in my head  and monsters around me, I am not scared of them anymore.  When I see them now, I am not afraid . I feel furious . I feel  thousands of volts of anger running through my viens . I swear , if they ever come face to face with me again I will tear them limb to limb .

~excerpts from my journal of self destruction

[outstanding-quotes]

It’s really hard to put into words things that are just a little bit not okay.

Sayaka Murata, Earthlings

[penvibess]

Dear you,

I don't know what love is, I don't know what it looks like or sounds like. I don't know what it is supposed to feel like.

But I swear to God, when you laugh, it is like the sweetest melody to my ears, it is warm and soothing, like the first sip of coffee in winter. When you look at me with those brown eyes, it is like losing myself in your universe that lies behind those orbs. When the sun hits your face, it is like looking at the first ray of light after being alone in the darkness for a long time.

Your hair feels like silk between my fingers and your hands fit in mine like they're meant to be held by me. You are beautiful in ways I can't begin to comprehend and it hurts that I will never be able to put it into words that will justify the kind of person you are.

I dread the days that I have to spend without you and hope for the moment to last for just a little bit longer when we are together. I secretly giggle at the lamest of your jokes and say that I hate you with a hopeless smile. On days when we are apart, I only look forward to holding you in my arms.

I don't know what love is, what it looks like or what it is supposed to feel like but I swear to God, I have never felt safer, happier, and understood the way I have felt with you, and if that's what love is then I'm glad to have experienced it with you.

Yours truly,

<3

[hoppipolla]

I was fine before. What did I do wrong?

(bold effect insp.)

[dreamsy990]

my laptops like super fucking dead and its gonna be a couple days before i can get a new one so uh. have a ghost roxas au doodle from procreate instead. returning to my roots i suppose. do not ask me to explain the story context for this or whats going on because i will not explain ok. you can figure it out yourself <-( theres absolutely not enough information for you to figure it out for yourself )

[chlorophyllcrimescene]

was thinking today about the mortifying ordeal of being known and this happened

[inflammatory]