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A safe space for those creative minds who wish to share their craft with others while making friends and developing their craft.

[kitty-n-classe]

@moldavia

[ghostwritersnetwork]

admin note.

hello all.

i’m working on getting this network revived. I have to work on a few things and get with jessy but i hope to open up applications very soon. I had been thinking about this for quite sometime and since I know a lot of aspiring writers on tumblr, I figured I’d try and get this revived. At least that’s my hope.

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

Today, I will speak to the sun,  and tomorrow, I will whisper lamentations to the moon.

midnight thoughts and reverie xxiv. // h.l. (via cassionandor)

[ravkasqueen-deactivated20251118]

The mere spectacle of him set my chest alight with the burning of unanswered questions and his grin could flip my stomach upside down, causing the butterflies to escape their jail.

my writing (via hagridsrubeus)

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

The heart yearns for the broken. That’s why my heart longed for you.

midnight thoughts and reverie lxiii. // h.l. (via cassionandor)

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

I loved you so much, every night I would speak to the universe, crying to the heavens, laughing with the stars, and whispering to the planets, always about you. One night, I sat in the night’s embrace as the moon kissed my skin, and I asked, Is he going to break my heart? The angels sat next to me, and traced the constellations on my skin. They said to me, Who knows, my child? Who knows what the time will bring, or take away? Who knows if he will stay? Who knows?

midnight thoughts and reverie xxxi. // h.l. (via cassionandor)

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

To write poetry on her skin, but leave sorrows in heart is perhaps the greatest sin of all.

all that’s left of her is smudged ink and aching words // h.l. (via cassionandor)

[tagetess]

dont let the red eyes scare you

       i  m     s t  i   l l     m  e

dont complain about my hollowness 

       l   e  t     m  e      b   e 

[aavillainess]

you do not know me, nor the blood i have shed, you were not there when i stood alone, afraid, against all that i feared. you do not know that i bled for a thousand days under the sun that shredded my skin to ribbons. my heart endured centuries— of grief, of pain, of sadness— and yet you stand unaware of it all and still think you know this heart of mine.

get to know the writer vii (aavillainess)

[aavillainess]

people forget that i am a refugee down to the bone; i do not forget what war tastes like—iron in the mouth, soot in every breath, fire on my tongue. i witnessed a single step take a man and ten off the earth, death at my doorstep, death hovering above my head. i still fear the knock on doors, still flinch at fireworks—the sounds are like death, are like fear, are like years i want to forget— and i suffered but i survived. and so will you.

get to know the writer vi (aavillainess)

[aavillainess]

chapter i (the arc of aeris)

Against the morning skies of Montreal, the sun died.

Silence blanketed the city in a thin veil of fog but high above the city’s eyes and up in the sky-rises, the morning glowed blue. The Huan apartment received the perfect view of the clear skies—free of smog, clouds, or pollution. There was blue for miles and miles, and after days of storms, anything other than rain or snow was a welcome sight in early March. The sunlight feathered through the windows, it was soft and almost reminiscent of moonlight, but enough to keep the skies alight and the morning bright. The lull of quiet music echoed through the apartment as light honeyed its way into the living room through the enormous windows, showering the area with soft gold rays.

Keep reading

[aavillainess]

if you prefer to read somewhere other than tumblr, you can find the arc of aeris on two other reading platforms.

wattpad

fictionpress

[aavillainess]

her love is wildfire and if you cannot bear the burn, do not tread by the flame for you will be set alight and consumed by her being. she did not become flame and ruin to keep you warm, she became the fire to protect her heart.

girls i fell in love with ix (aavillainess)

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

Do you love me? You don’t say anything. (I know you don’t) Will you stay with me? You won’t look at me. (I know you won’t) Would you do anything for me? Like I would for you? You turn away from me. (I know you wouldn’t) Could you at least tell me the truth? The ambiguity is killing me. You walk away from me. (I know you can’t)

you might as well have ripped my heart out // h.l. (via achillespatrochlus)

[aimecriture]

cradle me in the aviary of your ribs where the lilies bloom and the crows caw their damning song

— let them peck at my paling form || aimée d.

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

To write poetry on her skin, but leave sorrows in heart is perhaps the greatest sin of all.

all that’s left of her is smudged ink and aching words // h.l. (via achillespatrochlus)

[cassionandor-deactivated2018011]

I should like to see the moon, to touch the stars and dance across the galaxy. Why, you ask? It’s simple, my dear, because I’d like to do extraordinary things in the most extraordinary places.

and life is much to interesting to be ordinary // h.l. (via achillespatrochlus)