[zach-zimmerman]

Maybe you’re losing it. Or maybe you are finally realizing how lost you’ve always been.

Zach Zimmerman

[vodkakilledtheteen]

Has it happened yet?

[write-on-world]

[write-on-world]

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #1047

“Are you alright?”

“The short answer is no, but if you’re willing to listen to the long answer, I’d be more than happy to explain.”

[h-brook-writes]

Writer: (Runs into a writing problem) It’s over! I’ve officially lost my touch and I can’t work anymore! Why did I ever think this was possible? Pity me! Pity my poor, cursed creative soul, for none of my efforts shall ever see the light, and I will be cast into eternal damnation after wasting my precious mortal years! Writer, after eating a snack and drying their eyes: wow that was a lot

[estrellablogg]

Eylül , Ekim çok bitti .

Kasım da bitecek.

Aralıkta yanımda olacaksin hissediyorum. 💘

[writing-prompt-s]

The tattoo artist stared at the shirtless woman propped on her bed with a rose in her teeth, and buried her face in her hands. “look, when I said ‘tit for tat’, this really wasn’t what I meant.”

[writing-prompt-s]

You, a demon, have befriended someone.

They are the best friend you have ever had in your long long life and you love them more than you thought you could ever love a human.

The only issue is that you haven’t told them what you are. The later it gets, the harder it becomes to tell them, and the easier it gets for them to figure it out on their own, but you are worried that they will be terrified of you and never want to see you again once they know.

[writing-prompt-s]

“Due to personal reasons, I will be disappearing under mysterious circumstances.”

[writing-prompt-s]

Image Prompt

[writing-prompt-s]

When you die, you are informed that in order to pass over to your chosen afterlife you must first guide the newest incarnation of yourself to do better than you did in your lifetime. You must be your very own guardian angel.

[ninasdrafts]

“We used to be close”, I say, but what I really mean is “I lost her and I don’t know how to get her back”, it’s “I’m sorry, but I can’t even remember what I did wrong”. When pride gets in the way and it’s difficult to own up to your mistakes, we tend to bury our apologies beneath fake smiles and empty words we do not mean. Suddenly we talk about the weather and our jobs, about things we know no one really cares about, and then we talk about nothing at all, our silence filling the spaces we carved between our outstretched hands. Sometimes your name pops up on my facebook and it makes me stop scrolling, because I still want to know what you’re up to and it kind of makes me sad because it no longer feels the same. It’s like I’m looking at a faded photograph I can no longer touch, I can no longer be a part of. I still want to know if you’re happy, and I hope you are, even if your happiness lies no longer with me. Even if you no longer share it, telling me of your latest adventures, no longer whisper secrets that smell like red wine and cherries, I still want to know. You can avert your eyes and pretend that you don’t see me in the streets, you can block my number. You don’t have to say hello to me ever again, even though we never really said goodbye. I can’t take back the things I told you and can’t erase the way I know you and always will. The memories we made sit in the back of my mind like deadweight, dragging me down, but I can’t forget. I won’t let myself forget. All the writers, the singers and our mothers tell us about heartbreak and about love gone to waste. About the tears we will cry and how it will hurt but won’t matter years down the road. But what about friendships ending? What about friends turning into strangers? I wish there was a warning about some friendships coming with an expiration date. I wish we sometimes remembered that two people can part ways from one day to the next when they’d sworn they’d never end. I wish more of us acknowledged that losing a friend is as gutting as a failed relationship.

we used to be close / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

[estrellablogg]

Bekle , her şeyin bir zamani var. Zamanından önce istersen , zamanından önce kaybedersin. 🌹

[estrellablogg]

Ve gün gelir konuşmak yerine susmanın , yaklaşmak yerine mesafe koymanin , beklemek yerine unutmanın seni daha az içtiğini öğrenirsin..🎶

[writing-prompt-s]

When a baby is born, a tarot spread is done to ask the spirits what the baby’s life will be like. The witch’s face falls, and they tell your parents you have… a very unusual spread.

[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve been followed by death for your entire life. As a baby, it stayed with you when your parents were out. As a child, it kept you safe and bully-free. As a teen, it taught you things humans could not. Now, as an adult, you find out you’re a love child between your mother and Death himself. Cursed, his bones are now crumbling and you must become the new Grim Reaper, good luck.