Sometimes I Feel Strongly

But no more.

[voidsetup1]

and out of the darkness - you you you you you

[crackengolds]

I have to take a break or I’ll hurt myself. But I still want to talk about Antares.

But I can’t. Because I broke something in my head. Again.

[kjscottwrites]

[consolecadet]

These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.

[smol-civet]

prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak

[mortimermcmirestinks]

[crackengolds]

My sister jokes that im the friend who’s the life of the party but then immediately snuffs the fun by asking with a broad smile “hey do you guys hate me” and I think about that a lot when im feeling self hatred.

It doesnt help the self hatred go away but

Yknow

I think about it

[crackengolds]

I wish I could talk about my story more

[paperplateprose]

not now kitten. daddy's realizing that the scene he invested 1000 words into could be significantly improved but only if he started over from scratch

[crackengolds]

Oh thats the worst

[meepcity9]

[crackengolds]

A Promise of Empires: Chapter 18

This is the last chapter for Book 1. If you've read all this, then thank you. I don't really know what to do now other than improve on the story and/or keep going forward...

[crackengolds]

Do I really want to publish my book or do I believe this vain aspect of my heart will be satiated if more people read my work

[crackengolds]

Like, as in… it doesnt matter. Nothing I make matters. I’m no one, screaming out into a void of nothing. I was that before I wrote this story, and I’m that now, with the story completed. Being published won’t change how nobody I am.

[crackengolds]

Do I really want to publish my book or do I believe this vain aspect of my heart will be satiated if more people read my work

[presentlydean]

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

[crackengolds]

BAZRIG IS

BAZIRG???

Am i dyslexic ??? That sounds worse!!

[crackengolds]

I get so twisted up over this story and for what. The two people who ready it? Maybe three?

[crackengolds]

I wonder if I really could ever get published…

[depsidase]

[crackengolds]

Am I the last person still obsessed with Starship Promise? Surely not. But until I can find my kin ill be here writing about Antares Fairchild.

[allosaurusfragilis]

This probably isn't going to change people's minds, but sometimes it is easier to evoke sympathy for dogs than it is to evoke sympathy for trans folks.

Giving money to J.K.Rowling is the same as giving money to eradicate transgender people. I'm sorry, but it's true. Equivocate all you like, but it's as true as the day is long.