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@arthursupercilious
"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
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real writers don’t have writer’s block because they never start writing in the first place.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
i gotta remember this
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
— Fyodor Dostoevsky; Letter to his brother 9th August 1838
— nizariat
— Donte Collins
— Nitya Prakash
— Nikita Gill
#you know it's serious when they pull that face
anthony is on another level...
the look of love (for writers)
"it's all in the eyes i was once told"
catching the stare of someone across a crowded room
subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade
coldness easing into warmth
a fond mothering gaze
corner of the lip nudged upward
forced glower/glare as they break underneath
batting their lashes, playful
a boisterous laugh
intrigue piercing the stoic
proud smugness at the other's success
lingering glances
a childish joy bursting through
pupils dilate
eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust
look of longing/betrayal
"there was once a time when they were mine"
terseness
features fold into a scowl
an urgent flinching back
coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)
lips part then purse
invasion of shock
slow stare at the floor
the ripple effect of a swallow
frustrated breath/sigh
bitter laugh in reminiscence
dread tearing through the seams of their composure
look of hatred
"darkness"
mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl
dismissive gaze
gaze of contempt/impatience
threat lowering the voice
sardonic goading grins verging on manic
rolling one's eyes
flicker of irritation in the eyes
stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction
gritted teeth, clenched jaw
fierce biting remarks
even measured complexions betraying no thought
strangling oneself back from violence
utter apathy
murderous silence hanging in the stare
snobbish laughter
smiling at another's downfall
— Arthur Miller, The Crucible
this hit me like a truck
THIS
heard we needed some more of these
question: would you be mad if there were still giant insects
no. i think that would whip ass actually
You shouldn’t say ****
girl give me a hint at least
Honestly if you’re capable of pronouncing a row of asterisks I say go ahead and do it