"Author"

16 year old “writer”

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #1261

When I was very young, my mother made me swallow a tiny silver key, for safekeeping.

[booksqouted]

“I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.”

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love”–The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

[sixwordssayitall]

“Forgive me If I take another moment To breathe you in Another second to feel The warmth of your body Absorb into mine Forgive me If I steal another kiss Because one is never enough When the taste of forever Dances on your tongue”

— @sixwordssayitall (via sixwordssayitall)

[sixwordssayitall]

IG: sixwordssayitall

[the-words-we-never-said]

I know there’s the whole thing about killing a character off to show the injustice of the world or whatever, and yes you probably should avoid a twilight and genuinely kill at least one of your main or secondary characters (not just a random one which you threw in just so you can kill them)

But you don’t have to kill a character to kill them

You could break them completely, strip away everything they know and force them to become a different person, essentially killing who they were before. Even just with gradual character development you could eradicate the character that was first introduced.

You could take away their will to live, have them screaming for death, and deny them the right to die.

Have the hero become the villain. The villain become the hero.

Have the likeable become the hated.

Make your readers wish the character had died.

[pulsing-ink]

you used to tell me that

it would rain when i cried

and the sun would shine when i smiled

you said that all you had to do

was look outside

to know if i was okay or not

you said the earth was somehow linked to me

and that’s when i knew i loved you

because you made me feel like

i was your world

first love kinda heartbreak

[poeticallyemm]

“Your hands left craters. My heart is covered in holes.”

— poeticallyordinary

[iamtheally-blog]

Dialogue Excerpt 51

“Tell me how bad I look” she whispered solemnly. “I’m desperate.”

He stared at her in a painful silence, his brain searching for the right words to explain how much of a beautiful corpse she had become.

“You look sick,” he started.

“Continue,” she muttered. “Please, until there’s nothing left to say.”

“You look so sick and you’re skin has taken on a greenish tint on top of being so pale. You look fragile, the type that leave me scared to touch you,” he shook his head. “Your bones do nothing but protrude making you more skeletal than human. God, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry.” He brows furrowed and she closed her eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t like what you see. Quite frankly I don’t like it either.”

“You are beautifully sickening,” he smiled “but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

[thequotejournals]

“I have buried you in every place I’ve been.You keep ending up in my shaking hands.”

— Bon Iver, “A song for a lover of long time ago”  (via wnq-music)

[thoughtkick]

“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

[graffiti-scars]

I am made of dirt and weeds

Yet my veins pulse with seeds

Flowers yet to be.

[iamtheally-blog]

I think one of the most interesting parts about being sick is that no one around you knows that you’re sick. You’re wearing a hat to be stylish or your sweater hangs off your corpse loosely at the hands of your need to be flamboyant. Short hair is a fashion trend and your fancy watch shows off your wealth. You simply deny a second plate out of courtesy or simply out of a lack of hunger. No one sees the numbers flashing across your eyes like a silent reminder of the things you ate or how the scale measures not only your fatness but your own self worth. Underneath that dainty beautiful girl is a jury of jarring thoughts preparing to dictate every action and emotion. But, all the outside world sees is a skinny girl; a skinny girl who has too good of a life, too happy of parents, and was given every possible opportunity to not fall down that sad rabbit hole of anorexia. They see a girl too good to be sick making it so hard to get better. The most interesting part is how know one truly knows.

@iamtheally

[the-moon-dust-writings]

Writing Prompts

“This wasn’t suppose to end in murder guys, we talked about this.”

“Have y’all seen these sick moves?”

“Wanna have fun? Wanna set fire this building on fire?”

“I heard you’re having a rough time, here’s a shiny rock.”

“I’m bored. Wanna steal that vehicle?”

“No, I’m pretty sure that is what they call, roasted!”

“Your idea of fun always breaks the law. Why can’t we just go get a pizza or something?”

“Having set fire to the house, I feel quite accomplished today.”

“How come every time we meet, your covered in blood?”

“Can you heal my pet? And by ‘can’, I mean do it or I’ll murder the town.”

“Self-care hoe, let me tell you something about this magical shit.”

“Do you hear something? I think I hear something.”

“This isn’t just a coffee shop, this is swag shop.”

“You think trees look down at us and think, ‘sup losers’?”

“To be clear, I wasn’t the one who thought this was a good idea.”

[just-shower-thoughts]

Country music is farm emo

[nikitaagupta]

“There are days when I look at you and I don’t see the boy I fell in love with. The boy who used to put in effort just to see me smile, the boy whose day wasn’t complete until he heard about mine, the boy who used to hold my hand because he knew i was scared of the dark, the boy who would write letters to me unexpectedly. I don’t see the boy I fell in love with, just a boy who tells me he loves me.”

— //nikitagupta

[iamtheally-blog]

Tag to know me

Tag To Know Me

Now for a non-writing tag courtesy of @angelic-hellraiser !

rules: answer 28 questions / tag at least 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

Name: well my actual name is Allyson but I prefer Ally (it’s pronounce Al-Luh-Sin not Al-I-Sin lol)

Nickname: Ally with the occasional Al thrown in there

Gender: female

Star sign: Capricorn and it’s scary accurate sometimes omgggg

Height: I’m 5’5” but fun fact!!! I actually have not grown since I was 12 and it’s really sad because I was supposed to be real tall

Time: 7:03 pm

Birthday: it’s in December uncomfortably close to Christmas

Favorite bands: I really enjoy The Neighbourhood and Lorde (I’m also really into 80’s hard rock so like Def Leppard some AC/DC you know the good stuff)

Favorite solo artist: oh geez that’s a hard one lol. I’m really loving Chappell Roan right now actually

Song stuck in my head: I currently don’t have a song stuck in my thank god.... oh wait just kidding. Breathe by Fluerie

Last movie I watched: so I was at my friends house and it was me two girls and three guys and two out of those three guys have never seen high school musical and my Mexican friend exclaimed how badly she wanted to watch the third one while she was up and her justification was that they’ve never seen it so we illegally streamed High School Musical 3 and that was the last movie I watched

Last show I watched: The Mist I think. It’s that show based on a Stephen King novel (I’m kinda obsessed)

When did I create my blog: I actually don’t know but I’m 90% it was early 2016 but I didn’t use it much until recently (between school and sports and social lives obviously)

Last thing I googled: it’s honestly awful and I probably shouldn’t share because like I’m “sick” and looking at skinny people makes me “sicker”

Do I have any other blogs: I have a couple little side blogs that don’t have any followers that are just aesthetics that I wish I had but don’t lol they’re kinda based off my moods

Do I get asks: no I do not and that’s okay because I have my blog tailored to my person writing pieces. However if I did get asks I would 100% answer them. I’d love to get to know (people and their writing) and talk to the people who have a similar interest as me

Why I chose my url: well for a really long time I went to school with other girls who shared my name but went by Ally (we were in the same friend groups also). I wasn’t really “allowed” to be Ally because the other girl was Ally so when I went to

another school I put foot down and decided “I am the Ally” and that’s where my url was born. (Ally is also pronounced ally and in allies so it’s like hey I’m your ally and friend type deal).

Following: I have no idea but I think it’s around the same amount as my follow count maybe more (I’m too lazy to check)

Followers: 112 (which for me is good)

Average hours of sleep: it’s around 6.5-7

Lucky number: 4 or multiple of them in a row

Instruments: once upon a time I was in my school band but that ended real fast but now I’m a self taught pianist and i typically play by ear

What am I wearing: running leggings and Calvin Klein long sleeve top (it’s soooo comfy) and a black north face jacket (Vermont is flipping cold)

Dream job: is absolutely love to be a successful author with my own studio but sadly I’m not good enough but my other ideas surround psychology and being a professor maybe

Dream trip: as much as I love the beach and tropical things (Although I’ve never actually been) I’d absolutely love to travel Europe

Favorite food: I don’t really have a favorite because me and food have quite the love hate relationship. It’s more on the hate side but if I had to choose a “favorite” food would probably be strawberries and grapes

Nationality: North American (yay yay for the U. S. :/// side notes- I literally hate it here)

Favorite song right now: oooo that’s tough. There’s this song that my boyfriend showed me one day with a super excited message saying “Watch the video to this it’ll be super inspiring”. (It’s cute because I had hit writers block hard af) It was Shelter by Porter Robinson and Madeon. It gives him all the feels and when he has all the feels I have all the feels. We ended up “crying” over it on the way home from a track meet once

Tagging: @jfictitional <—— I’m actually really glad you tagged me (which btw I enjoyed reading yours)

I wish I knew more people to tag but I dont know many people in the community but I reallt hope to meet some of you!

[iamtheally-blog]

Autobiography

When its the stones that blow

Then it’s the bones that slow

When it sits so hard

It’s bound to leave a scar

But when your lungs can’t breathe

It’s forms a life to be seen

So when your life’s a machine

There’s nothing left to achieve.

I decided I was a catastrophe

But instead I was a casualty

A victim in all honesty

To my own autobiography.

It’s a story in itself

Ready to bring you to your wealth

But the problem with that dollar

Is it comes at the price of a scholar

Even though it is a self made story

I sit here drowning in this quary

Of which is my disorder

It crushes me like a mortar

But it seems it’s food for thought

So I might as well just rot

Because the funny thing about starving

Is it’s the people that your scarring.

Yet it’s still my own novel,

My disorder is my apostle.

[iamtheally-blog]

The worst part of it all was not that he hurt her, but that she blamed herself for the hurt he had caused.

Feelings

(@iamtheally)