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they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of
It just makes sense
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Hi hi I haven't written anything for these projects in a couple of weeks... or months but time to badly describe my projects to hold myself accountable or something like that.
Project 1_ I hope this hurts
To live is to suffer. Am I realistic? Is this all there ever is? I am so tired. I wanna go home but where is home?
Project 2_( 2-3 books): Vindicta / Nex (/Solatium)
Workaholic forensic criminologist on the hunt to kill every single member of a cult while having a fulltime job, a side job and a demon plaguing his life. AKA Hunting a cult never goes as planned. Also. Donโt fall in love you selfish prick.
Project 3_ (2 books): Holiest Sinner / Sinful Saint
Never fall in love with an artist, especially when youโre a priest who vowed celibacy. AKA Break your heart, fall into bad coping mechanism and fill your touchstarved heart with the love you were never given. (Doesnโt happen in this order.) Also: Is God real? Why has he left me?
Project 4_ Teeth that bite โ loyal dog
You were born in chains just to break free and end up in new chains. Are you really independet when you choose your chains? Have you ever had a chance to be your own person. Also Iโm a loyal dog, nobody is more important to me than my owner. I will kill for him. I would die for him. I love him. (Toxic but they happy.)
Project 5_ weeping ravens (fall out of heaven)
Solve your own murder as your memory fades and you lose your sense of self. Something something Cain and Abel. Something something salty ex. Something something fallen angel. Something something reincarnation.
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@world-of-iridensia @charlies-storybook @gravesmistake314 @lexiklecksi @jessiec-writes-fantasy
Iโm not a happy person
That's why I write about unhappy people and doomed lovers
That's why I write about fragmented minds and bad endings
It's enough for me to make my friends smile
To know they're happy
That's gotta be enough
It needs to be
Right?
Right?
Faking smiles gotta count for something
Make it count
Please
I need a gun to stare at
The cruelest part of growing older is not the breaking, but how quietly we learn to live broken - how we bury our weeping behind โIโm goodโ and call it strength. We walk among the walking wounded, saints of sorrow, prophets of suppression, each of us dragging crosses no one dares acknowledge. There is a choir of aching in every office hallway, a baptism of fatigue in the grocery line, and none of us say a word. We crown each other with half-hearted โhow are yousโ while dying inside like martyrs of mundanity. People carry heartbreak like scripture in their bodies - grief passed down like sacred bloodlines, and all they get is a nod, a shrug, an โit is what it is.โ I want to scream sometimes - not for help, but for witness. I want someone to see the altar Iโve built from my silence, the burnt offerings of joy I gave away to survive. But I donโt scream. I do what the world asks. I move through the hours like a shadow dressed in skin. I clock in. I eat. I perform. I swallow my sorrow and call it discipline. And somehow, the world keeps spinning. Yet, I exist. I donโt scream. I sit quietly. I drink my water. I get through the day, one task at a time. And that becomes my story.
i need a boyfriend. i need a girlfriend. i need to be single forever. i need a toxic situationship. i need a problematically older man to be homoerotically involved with. i need to have gay sex. i need no one to ever touch me ever again in any way. i need top surgery. i need a hug.
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From: World-Of-Iridensia
Trick! ๐ฑ
Ok, I have been stuck on what I can put forward for this and a conversation I had with a friend might be the way forward.
So I have AuDHD which mean my brain, from a writing perspective, acts like a pinball for EVERYTHING I'm interested in. So when I want to write that can be really inconvenient if my brain is like "GAME GAME GAME GAME GAME" when I want it to be "TORMENT YOUR CHARACTERS, MAKE YOUR READERS CRY"
So to combat this I broke writing down into several sub-tasks and they are as follows:
Planning
Researching
Media Consumption
Writing
Social Media
Wiki Building
Resting
Ever since taking this approach I've found I actually make a bit more progress. It might be slower progress but I have more consistent forward momentum.
Also if anyone is curious about what goes into each of these sub-tasks or why they even exist, feel free to hit my asks and I'll answer as best I can.
Iโm not ghosting you. Iโm battling demons, spiraling into a void, and pretending to be a functioning adult with my face.
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lately, i feel like i am holding myself too much. as if my body is a container one tremor away from spilling. i feel like anything could trigger something in me at any time. an offhand word, a memory, a silence that lasts a second too long. so i distance myself, not out of indifference, but out of fear that whatever this is inside me might hurt someone who doesnโt deserve it.
thereโs a rage that lingers quietly, like a current under the floorboards. it doesnโt scream, it waits. i feel it in the tightening of my jaw, the way my fingers curl, the way silence grows heavy between thoughts. i keep patching the leaks with my hands, holding myself together out of instinct.
itโs strange, how something can live in you for so long it begins to feel like bone. how the ache becomes part of your anatomy, pulsing quietly, asking for nothing but space to exist.
and so i let it. not out of surrendering, but because i donโt know what else to do.
โ jv orongan, "maybe surrendering will do."
SHE WAS THE MOST LONELY CREATURE SHE KNEW // ON LONELINESS
@heavensghost // ๋ฐค์ ํด๋ณ์์ ํผ์ On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. Hong Sang-soo // Teen Suicide haunt me (x 3) // Mitski Abbey // Michael Cunningham The Hours // ๋ฐค์ ํด๋ณ์์ ํผ์ On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. Hong Sang-soo // Banana Yoshimoto Kitchen // Haruki Murakami Sputnik Sweetheart // Mitski Crack Baby // ๋ฐค์ ํด๋ณ์์ ํผ์ On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. Hong Sang-soo // Shelby Eileen soft in the middle // Dante รmile on loneliness // Clarice Lispector Miss Algrave from "Soulstorm: Stories"
My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Kabi Nagata // Love Me More by Mitski // Killing Eve, 2x06 // BoJack Horseman, 2x12