trying to be a writeblr

she/her || insomniac, procrastinator, dedicated to finding a cure to writer's block

[inkchantress]

yall what the fuck is she allowed to do this

[inkchantress]

yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever been kissed on the forehead

[inkchantress]

nvm he broke my heart

[oxytekie]

on desire, on needs. november/december.

the crane wife by cj hauser // speeches for dr frankenstein by margaret atwood // the crane wife by cj hauser // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // the crane wife by cj hauser // a hunger like no ther by sk osborn // cover of war of the foxes by richard siken, art by david de la heras // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // i had to get out by indigo de souza

[skullissue]

[willowiswriting]

outlining a new wip be like:

[moonlit-sunflower-books]

the sexual tension between me and the new wip idea that’s been sitting in the back of my head and distracting me the whole day

[sxrensxngwrites]

me using italics every paragraph:

[inkchantress]

gonna try sort-of converting this into a poetry blog bc i'm very into that at the moment

[natalieironside]

I think that the whole point is to be basically decent to each other and to eat good food

[natalieironside]

Art, family, doing gay shit with ur friends, agreeable work, and soup. That's it.

[wizardlyghost]

also sleepytime

[natalieironside]

And sleepytime

[inkchantress]

the feminine urge to be held

[inkchantress]

cannot stop thinking about all the soft posts on here. there really is a genre of this site where we just appreciate and romanticize the world and i think that's beautiful

[inkchantress]

id like to personally thank whoever is responsible for garlic bread. you've made this world a little more bearable

[inkchantress]

911 help my heart is too big for my chest again

[inkchantress]

we as people can't let ourselves be happy, be at peace, be loved without worrying about wasting time, and i think that's really messed up actually

[inkchantress]

yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever been kissed on the forehead

[inkchantress]

current mood: acutely and beautifully and painfully aware of the passage of time, aching at the prospect that life is finite and yet that’s what gives it so much meaning, marveling at the fact that we’re all just silly little humans doing our silly little things under the sun, picking our flowers and twirling in our skirts and knowing there’s nothing i can do about any of it

[inkchantress]

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= D

“Look. I don’t know if you’re not from here, or you don’t know how this works, but–” He frowns. “Why are you looking at me like that?”