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[prettyiwa]

It’s okay to write badly. It’s okay to share unpolished works.

[prettyiwa]

"Write the stories you wanna read" is great and all until I go to read my WIPs and feel taunted by docs.

[prettyiwa]

men who can’t help but hump the bed while they’re eating you out, so hopelessly desperate for any kind of friction 🥰😍

[prettyiwa]

I am once again thinking about the intimacy and evolution of calling someone by their name and the way terms of endearment grow and come to be.

[prettyiwa]

There’s just something about driving on a two-lane road with the windows down and your music playing that just makes you glad to be alive

[prettyiwa]

You ever just love a character so much you want to write all the things for them only to intimidate yourself out of writing?

I love them so much but I’m so afraid of not capturing them!

[prettyiwa]

Forgive me, I have forgotten the small details of what you look like because you have become the shape of love.

[prettyiwa]

Thinking about how you can taste when something’s made with love. Despite having the same recipe, despite both following it to a T, they’ll never really taste the same. There’s always something different that makes theirs taste better while they’re adamant that it’s yours that’s superior. Thinking about how creating food and dining together is definitely a love language.

[prettyiwa]

Here’s to everyone who’s lost their mother and missing them dearly this Mother’s Day 💜 I love you and you are not alone 💜💜

[prettyiwa]

There is something inherently good and sexy about someone who can fight, viciously, and chooses not. There is something absolutely delicious and heartbreaking about the moment they choose to fight again.

[prettyiwa]

one of my favorite things about writing is when you decide to change a minor detail, such as having three high schoolers talk about if they've read anything interesting lately, and you suddenly find yourself knee deep in research trying to figure out what mangas were being released and when that year and double checking to make sure that it's in the country you're writing in and

i'm a fucking liar i hate this part of writing but i'm committed goddammit

[prettyiwa]

There are days when ADHD is just something I live with and then there are days when ADHD is my nemesis, purposefully sent to make my life as difficult as possible.

[prettyiwa]

The days are growing shorter and night is growing longer and it feels like I can finally breathe.

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[prettyiwa]

I dreamt of the house I grew up in, of the long hallway and the bedrooms that used to be ours; of the olive trees in the back that grew taller than the house; of the pool we used to spend our summers in. I did not dream of the pain that my waking mind associates with it, only of what could have been if things turned out differently. It looked different because it was ours, not yours anymore, but it was still home. And then the dream turned sour and banks and investors came for everything around it. They tore it from our grasp and I begged and pleaded with everyone I could not to cut down the olive trees and only one person listened, but it was too late.

The olive trees were cut down eight years ago.

[prettyiwa]

If I had a nickel for every 28 year old “red” haired final fantasy man who made me lose my shit, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.