Rebekka

A writer who loves the anonymity of notebooks.

[wanderintofics]

the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu",  Eye Level

[leopardheart-deactivated2023022]

tag game. everyone tell me the three songs you associate with these ages of your life (1 each): 9, years old, 13 years old, and 17 years old.

for me? 9 is country roads by john denver, 13 is don’t leave me (ne me quitte pas) by regina spektor, and 17 is space song by beach house.

[paperfury-deactivated20260224]

due to personal reasons I will need to own a library filled with, at least, all of the books and it will have a secret door that leads to even more books. please respect my wishes at this time

[willowcrowned]

this is your regular reminder that writing mediocre poetry is literally so important for your health

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-date-

I want to break him open, break my nails tearing through his seems.

I want blood in the crevices of my hands I want to know him.

[ahighersongofsongs]

-date-

I've been looking for excuses to text you all week. Please. Please text me. 

-date-

-Have you seen that movie yet? 

-Did you see the news-

-What grade did you get for your resit? 

-How are you? 

-I applied to the illustration course! 

-Isn't she coming back soon? 

-Are you coming to school already? 

-I miss you. 

-I miss you I really miss you, I miss the way we were I miss your voice, please I can't breathe when I haven't heard your voice in too long. 

-Just text me. Fix this. Come back. 

-date-

Sometimes when I'm laying in the sun I pretend the sunlight kissing my skin is you.

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-date-

I want to live.

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-Date-

It's not that deep.

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-date-

It is so easy to forget i am not in love with you anymore.

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-date-

I was at the beach today. And there were no revelations, there was no poetry, and poseidon himself did not greet me.

But I was at the sea today.

And the sand was warm and soft,

the water was cool and welcoming,

the sun was hot and coloured my skin. 

I was there and now I'm home, and there was home and

this is just a house.

[ahighersongofsongs]

DLTH

-date-

I never write about my parents. It's not that I don't love them, or that they never hurt me. Or that there's nothing to say. I just can't put any of it to words. There is no way to describe the deep sense of grieve I feel when they don't reply when I speak, or the bliss I feel when I make them proud.

[desinteresse]

Some writers took ‘write what you know’ too seriously so now every other protagonist is an insecure little bore with an anxiety disorder

[random-writing-thoughts]

Thought #15

Warning: depiction of injuries

"Who did this to you?" Civilian asked pulling Villain into the house.

Villain cringed. They had a cut under their eye, their nose was dripping blood and pointing the wrong direction.

Civilian rolled up Villains sleeves and started poking and prodding, trying to find any more injuries.

"No one did anything to me. I fell off the roof trying to jump between two buildings."

Civilian glared at Villain. They kept poking at Villain's side. Villain cringed and pulled away. "No one gets a broken nose from falling off a building. What really happened?"

Villain pulled away from Civilian. "Nothing happened. I promise."

Civilian huffed and walked to the kitchen. "If you won't tell me who did this to you I'm going to go to your dad."

Villain sprang to their feet. "Don't. Trust me. You don't want to get involved."

Civilian turned fast. "So someone did do this to you."

Villain took a deep breath. "You can't get involved in this. Don't call Supervillain. Don't get involved. Let me handle it."

A knock came from the front door.

Civilian glared at Villain and stepped towards the door. Villain grabbed their arm. "Don't. I'll handle it. Go upstairs and don't come down no matter what. Understand?"

Civilian nodded and moved upstairs. The front door opened.

[novelbear]

otp prompt #18

A and B realizing that they've ran into each other before years ago (before they officially met one another) through a conversation and are in shock that things played out the way they did.

[literary-connection]

How do you know someone is for you? They bring peace you haven’t found anywhere else. They support your effort. They water your growth.

— Malanda Jean-Claude.