#write ups

[ceramicteapot]

Somedays, it’s easy to be full of energy. It’s easy to leave your sheets, brush your teeth, pick out an outfit, call your mother. You’d switch your laptop on, open a document for school or work, and boom, time dilutes and dissolves. Hours go by and even if you did not get too much done, you know you tried. 

But what about the days when it doesn’t happen? What about when you cancel plans with a friend to check out that cafe they were interested in just because you’re bone tired? You didn’t do much physically, you just are. 

And how do you explain that to your friend? 

What about the days you mindlessly scroll down your social media even when the lines on your forehead spell out deadlines? How do you feel? 

Personally, I am consumed by guilt on such days. Feelings of being insufficient, of “wasting away” my days settle in my gut and refuse to leave. I’d like to know if you feel that way too. 

If you do, you’re not alone. We always talk about our accolades, the merit we made for ourselves, the hilltop we conquered, the fort we acquired. Let’s talk a bit about the steps we missed, the peaks we couldn’t see, the time we let slip from in between our fingers, just because it could slip. Just because we wouldn’t stop it. Just because it wouldn’t stop for us either. 

Pause with me for a bit. Fill up your lungs with a long breath that I know you haven’t taken in a while. Listen to me. 

You are worthy, even if all you did today was get out of bed. 

[destinedjourneyofwords]

You're the moment I rewind to replay a specific second or a tune or a part of my favourite song to feel again and smile

9.J.25, 9:18 PM - Thoughts of you and songs of my playlists

[thatsidebee]

no you don’t get it. unpredictability is necessary, and it is so very beautiful. what a privilege to not know what to do, what to wear and how to be. what a privilege to wake up everyday, being so uncertain of everything. finding out is what gives meaning to life. to NOT know, is it be.

[atomicjohndeerweaponssilos]

[deathpoetsoceity]

Death poets society

A series of mine. A series to an empty audience. Where instead of the applause of the audience, i will be returned the applause of the silence. I will perform to empty seats except this time. I'm not exactly performing. I'm just embracing myself.

The 'performance' I'm talking about here is writing. I will write write-ups, atleast once a week. Maybe five times. Maybe twice. Who knows how many times. Write-ups about anything and everything. And this account with little to no audience will be my stage. I hate the audience.

[socialscreamsauce]

And even God Herself has fewer plans than me

got written up at work for leaving early without permission (knowing damn well what I was doing) anyway during my write up I let it drop (to my manager *someone I actually like to work with*) that the 11th will be the start of my last 2 weeks.. jesus christ its all so quick and scary... whata world

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[robinstome]

Jerry Seinfeld says that you could never do Seinfeld today but one time when I was really high I fell asleep and dreamed a new episode where Jerry came out of the closet as a trans woman and Elaine wanted to be supportive so she gifted Jerry a dress that she didn't really like but when Jerry wore the dress out she got tons of compliments and Elaine gets super pissed about it because she never got any compliments when she wore it but couldn't say anything because she didn't want anyone to call her a fake ally.

[ceramicteapot]

you still have the bracelet that friend gave you as a fall present all those years ago. its gentle rolling against your skin still reminds you of the belly-clutching, never-ending laughter you shared in sparse classrooms together, how you'd walk everywhere together, how texting each other felt more natural than breathing sometimes, how every second of your day could be shared with them and you wouldn't mind.

you haven't heard their voice in over 2 years now.

so yeah. maybe you can get over the worst of heartbreaks. maybe you can love people and miss them and still let go. maybe choosing yourself isn't so bad. maybe begging for love, clenching your teeth to stop the tears, and digging your nails into your skin out of anger, hurt, pain... really is undeserved.

it's okay. you can sit with it all, feel everything down to the last cell of your body, process it in any way that you can. you can heal. and healing doesn't mean not hurting. it means going on despite it all without pushing anything under the rug.

it means getting up, looking the cause of your pain in the eye, and not letting them have the power they so crave.

it's tough, but you've realized that so are you.

maybe, you'll keep the bracelet as a reminder.

[destinedjourneyofwords]

True love is not in the efforts.Love doesn't require effort actually.Because when we put efforts, we step outside our comfort zones and it will end up as a procedure,a compulsion and structured.

True love is in the gestures.Love has to be free flowing,natural,comforting,connecting and straight from the heart.It will make us feel easy,effortless and safe.

Love is listening to each other with patience without judging and blaming.Love is talking to each other without the fear of being disliked and unloved.Love is also shutting the one's lips that argues with a kiss only to show it's always us against the world but not you versus me.Love is waiting.Love is reminding each other of our strengths and how far we had come together.Love is telling each other how lucky we are to have each other in our lives.

Love is inspiring each other to be a better person.Love is making each other stronger emotionally,physically and mentally.

Love is everyday moments that we get to cherish together.Love is those specific stares and smiles that we two give to each other often.Love is those nicknames that we keep to each other.Love is always running to each other,making each other feel included and belonged.Love is making memories with each other.Love is doing crazy stuff together.Love is playfully teasing each other only with the intentions of giving and receiving consoling kisses and tightest hugs.Love is apologising first.Love is melting into each other's arms.Love is getting closer to each other every day.Love is dissolving in the depths of our souls.Love is keeping up the spark between us alive.Love is keep winning each other.Love is keep choosing each other over and over and over again.Love is whatever it takes to make each other happy.Love is making our children realise and show 'Mom and Dad really loves each other a lot'.

Love is always all of you and all of me.Love is what we have and share and feel with each other.Love is us,creating a home together to live in peace and feel safe

[nariarts]

Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.

Whatever. Understand or don't.

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[kriz-smthn]