if we look hard enough, the childlike wonder remains; underneath a shell-like covering of masks, built to protect us at our most vulnerable. | C. Gray

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if we look hard enough, the childlike wonder remains; underneath a shell-like covering of masks, built to protect us at our most vulnerable. | C. Gray
city of stars
I am simply floating thru time confused and confusing
And when the seasons change Will you stand by me?
If you can't do great things, do small things in a great way.
— Napoleon Hill
This is very inspiring to me. It allows me to believe that I don’t have to move mountains, or stars, up close. I can blow on them and watch them shiver and be more than okay with that outcome.
Her sadness gave her a bleary glow
Her Wickedness was new to grow
But it had always been inside
Waiting for the moment she stopped telling it to hide.
“Don’t come out, I can’t accept you,”
She begged and begged with lips a sickly blue
But the Wickedness responded, cocking a brow,
“I am sharp, tenacious, and by my very bitterness, I’ll be free now.”
So out it came
And Nature took the blame
Her sadness blushed
A giddy Wickedness rushed.
There were things to do
Schemes to brew
Hurt to spread
Her innocence was dead.
my best writing tips.
I’ve improved my writing a lot over the years and here’s how:
Write for yourself, not an audience. Yes, when you’re in English class and you gotta write that goddamn essay, you’re thinking of an audience. Fine. Just don’t do that with your personal writing. When you’re creating just to create, go wild, fam. Doesn’t matter who enjoys it. Fact is, if you decide to show it to the world, there will be people out there who appreciate it.
Write poorly. Write bad things. Things that sound sucky or don’t make sense. Just write and write and write. The more you practice, the more the thoughts will form smoothly on paper. It’s the same concept as drawing or painting. You gotta make bad art to eventually make good art.
Let them thoughts flow, babe! Streams of consciousness are everything. In the form of poetry, a story, or random shit that pops in your head! Just start writing, I guarantee it will spark some ideas.
Keep a journal and write as often as possible. ‘nuff said.
That’s all I got for now, GO WILD.
Journal page.
all you ever will be to me is a rapist.
I want to cry but i have things to do
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this user is/was ruined from years of emotional abuse
sudden flashbacks.
Guess what I’m wearing for my presentation Thursday fuckers???
dissociation.
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