everythingoes

nova, she/her, writer

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getting stationary for christmas >>>

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goodnight to teenage bisexuals questioning their gender, people who stir hot chocolate mix into their coffee, closet romantics, those elite few with accurate spotify wrappeds, apartment owners, and anyone who’s ever actually read fanfiction for the plot

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i wrote 39k in november! it’s my first real attempt at the challenge so i’m pretty proud (:

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me: yeah 😌 i’m a writer 😎 i do words 💯 i have google docs 👍 i read a thesaurus 🥵 on the daily 🙌

actually me: i wrote two sentences. time to take a 4-hour nap and scroll through my phone as a reward!

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if you told march me that in november i would be watching minecraft youtubers and working on a 50 thousand word fanfiction, while also failing math class, i would simply stare. alas...

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if you told march me that in november i would be watching minecraft youtubers and working on a 50 thousand word fanfiction, while also failing math class, i would simply stare. alas...

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math homework who? i only know Write Fanfic and Listen to Subtextually Gay Tunes

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day 2 of nanowrimo: i wrote 2500 words and published a new chapter. was it the halloween candy? it probably was.

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day 1 of nanowrimo: i wrote 65 words. i’m calling it a w.

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i have come to the realization that everything i write is, in one way or another, just self-insert fanfiction

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my characters? oh, you mean the little goblins in my brain banging on the walls and telling me about their third favourite type of sushi instead of, i don’t know, their name.

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why has everything i’ve posted flopped so badly, with the exception of my silly post about tropes in writing 😔 wait till i start posting my actual written work yall, i promise it exists 😭

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midnight rolls around and i, after two hours of scrolling through instagram and pretending to be asleep when my mom walks by, have an epiphany akin to the consumption of several venti iced coffees and plot an entire 3-book ya series. morning comes earlier than i would like it to, but hey, my google doc is now ten thousand words fatter.

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i went on a walk in the woods and yearned

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tropes in writing i will literally never get tired of:

- best friends to lovers

- talking to the reader

- adjectives. lots of them.

- the fabulous gay

- found family

- teenagers saving the world

[writing-prompt-s]

As a teen, you daydreamed and wrote about a fictional world you created. Ten years later, you’ve now started hearing voices. They’re prayers from the inhabitants of your world. To them, it has been 1,000 years since their god abandoned them and you must make things right.

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the forest

the rustling of the trees is not a warning. it is a traveler’s song, a welcoming cry from the ferns. the groaning of the boughs in a fierce wind is not an omen, but an invitation. the pattering footsteps of life are the heartbeat of the undergrowth. the creatures welcome us under their great green roof. we are the grown children of the mulch and the moss. we have found our own home, one of steel and concrete and bright lights, where the earth spins almost as fast as the days seem to sweep by. when we venture back, the creeks sing with joy at our return, before they slow, to let algae bloom and pink lilies grow. let us teach each other the great music of our separate worlds. we will always step back, walk home, and clean the rich brown earth off of our shoes. we will wash away the fragrance of the pure sunlight with perfumed soap. but we will never forget. and we are always welcome back home.