Why has no one talked about how fucking difficult it is being a writer and an immersive/maladaptive daydreamer?
Like each suck equally- but having them together? Trying to balance having them coexist in the same body?
That's a fucking unfair at times life-long prison sentence.
Getting to 'see' the scene so fucking clearly. 'Hearing' the dialogue so crystal clear- having the indescribable urge to get it out. Only to find no amount of words can sum up what's existing effortlessly rent-free in my head. That nothing will even come close to what's already in full color in my mind.
So much so it's easier just keeping it there- yet the urge to get it out doesn't go away. It picks and picks and picks to escape the walls of my mind...and yet even if some of it does breaks free and ends up on paper, it never fully does. No one will see or hear or experience the story the way I do in my mind. What gets out may be sufficient to some readers- but to the writer, nay the dreamer? HELL no. It's like describing intricate colors to the blind, specific sounds to the deaf.
It's a perpetual cycle of urges to dream, write, scream. Dream, write, scream.
Just give me the death sentence already and put me out of my misery.
I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.
The real question is.
Would you save the world for me?
Would you put aside your hatred for humanity and put my love for it Infront? Would you save the world because I love the world? Would you stop killing because I hate killing? Would you find a way to live because I want you alive?
Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.
You'd do the basics shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?
Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?
Edit because apparently this needs to be said: the point of a book cover is to tell you what you're about to read and whether or not you want to read it. Following trends in cover design doesn't mean the book is bad or had a bad cover designer. It's visual communication. I've read and enjoyed about half the books featured here.
one thing I really like about my relationship with my boyfriend is that we can express negative feelings about each other's actions without assigning blame or requiring apology. I mean like for morally neutral things like "it drives me crazy when you leave a wet towel on the floor instead of hanging it up"
cause now like instead of "oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drive you crazy, I'm terrible and unsocialized" or "um well that's dumb, who cares" it's like
"it does? I didn't know that. how come?"
"because it will mildew and I keep tripping over it and I don't know whether you intend to reuse that towel or whether it needs to go in the wash"
"okay so usually if I intend to reuse it I hang it up, and if it needs to go in the wash I drop it on the floor. I guess because I thought I shouldn't put it in the hamper because it would get all the other dirty clothes wet and then THEY might mildew before we do the laundry."
"that's valid. what if we have a specific place to hang wet towels that need to be washed? how about this one hook here"
"perfect!"
no hurt feelings, nobody being made to feel shitty and sloppy on one hand or uptight and bitchy in the other hand. just, we're partners right? let's workshop this
it’s amazing the entire dashboard is just old things. shakespeare. arthuriana. gargantua. the epic of gilgamesh. the brothers karamazov. beowulf. wuthering heights. medieval mystics. dracula novel discourse. lawrence of arabia 1962. al pacino. die girlies auf tumblr are thriving and having a ball going about as if media stopped happening post 2010
Literally every single Neuroscience guy I listen to on audiobooks and podcasts: Multitasking is a lie. You are not more efficient. You're just rapidly switching between tasks and doing all of them slower but your brain is tricking itself into thinking it's more efficient because you get a little dopamine reward when you activate the 'change task' neurons. And you're burning up way more glucose in the process, leaving you more tired with less done. STOP MULTITASKING. JUST DO ONE THING. PLEASE IT'S ONLY WORSENING YOUR ATTENTION SPAN. WE'RE BEGGING YOU, PLEA--
My ADHD: Don't listen to them, babydoll. You are sooooooo efficient and attractive. Whoop. You got an email. Whoop you got a text. Whoop you got a blog ask. WOW look at all the tabs open on this window. Do you even remember what they're all for? Better look through them and close the ones you're not using because you're soooo sexy and efficient. Whoop, email again.
Hello dears I hope you are all well please help me!!!
I am Ahmed Halas from the besieged North Gaza, I have created my campaign to help my family and save them from the suffering they are living. Our lives, hopes and ambitions have been destroyed, our livelihood has been destroyed, we have lost dear friends and many relatives, our house has been completely destroyed, we live in a plastic tent in the middle of an UNRWA school and we suffer from the heat of the sun which causes headaches, migraines, body allergies and many diseases. There is no food, water, medicine or basic life requirements and the prices are terribly high, we cannot afford to buy anything.
In the meantime, this fundraising campaign has been started so that people can donate so that we can regain momentum in case the unfortunate circumstances cannot be fixed. Ahmed Halas and his family have already registered and are likely to be called to leave soon. This money is for their evacuation. Let's aim to evacuate them all together!!!
Hello dears I hope you are all well please help me!!!
I am Ahmed Halas … Ahmed Hells needs your support for Helping the Helles family achie
Ahmed's message:
Hello, I am Ahmed from the Gaza Strip, I am still alive after ten months of war. This is my fifth war too. But this war is unlike any other. I am trying to raise money for me and my family, as we are determined to leave to safety while this disaster continues. We want to leave the Gaza Strip towards Egypt through the Rafah crossing and Hala Company.
This was a very difficult decision for me, but this is my fate and the fate of my family. I feel ashamed to ask you to donate enough to save me and my family of 20, most of whom are young children, by raising enough money to reach safety. "Hala Company details are at the bottom of the article." Please participate, even if it is a small part. Donate any small amount, share my photos, share your story, anything that makes a difference. I have complete hope in you and your generosity.
Father Fathi suffers from heart disease, diabetes and high blood pressure, and son Mahmoud suffers from back and cartilage pain, which is why he does not have a medical mattress due to sleeping on the floor, which makes him feel severe pain.
Oh my God, what happened to us, I lost my memories and dreams that I have dreamed of for a long time, my house where I lived my childhood, nothing remained inside it, it was a pile of fire, and I lost my source of livelihood and my baby clothes store was completely destroyed, which led to the accumulation of debts that I was committed to from merchants that I obtained a few days before the current wave of war.
Note: Ahmed will try, when the circumstances are complete and I collect a sufficient amount and I am able to reunite the entire family here in Gaza, by moving my family to a safe place and regaining some comfort or trying to go to Egypt, knowing that the cost per person now is $ 5,000 for an adult and $ 2,500 for a child. The price may fluctuate. Please help us by donating even the simplest things or by participating in our campaign, and I will be grateful to you
Hello dears I hope you are all well please help me!!!
I am Ahmed Halas … Ahmed Hells needs your support for Helping the Helles family achie
The superhero laughed at their counterpart. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have four villains, two sidekicks, a thief, an assassin, and an occasional vigilante trailing after your like ducklings after their mother. I’m not the only one with a menagerie of adopted kids.”
“It’s not that I’m trying to control you,” their parent said, a comforting hand on their shoulder, “but I have to keep you safe. You know that right?”
“By any means necessary,” they repeated dully, thoughts whirling too fast to spare any inflection.
Their parent squeezed their shoulder. “So becoming the city’s most feared supervillain isn’t that outrageous, right? Definitely no worse than Kiera’s mum baking 800 cupcakes for the PTA bake sale.”
“Mother,” the villainess explained crisply, “strongly disapproves of Mama’s new job.” She slammed buttons on the TV remote, flicking furiously between different channels.
“Well Mama,” the heroine retorted, knitting angrily, “thinks Mother shouldn’t keep so many secrets.”
“Oh, me keeping secrets?“ the villainess demanded, finally dropping the remote. "That’s rich, coming from you. At this point I’m starting to think you might not even like knitting!”
Hero and Villain are having a big showdown above the city when a sudden lightning storm starts. From it, a girl emerges. She informs the equally dumbfounded Hero and Villain that she is their daughter from the future and she needs their help to defeat Supervillain in their time before he becomes too powerful and destroys the world. Before the two are even able to process the information, they’re dragged along for a high stakes, fast paced mission. Never mind the fact that they get married in the future, there is a more pressing question at hand. Is she a villain or a hero?
“Don’t be an idiot. Of course she’s a hero. She wants to defeat Supervillain!”
“Haven’t you heard of taking out the competition? Only my daughter would be so cunning and ruthless.”
“Your daughter? She’s my daughter too! Just look at how perfect her flying form is. An exemplary hero. I must have taught her that.”
“Oh yeah? Then I probably taught her to fight since you can’t fight for shit.”
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