Bats's Journal

some creative writing, character profiles, or whatever else i feel like sharing

[itprobablycamefromadream]

im fucking devastated about you every day

i miss you more than anything

i wish i was sharing my life with you

[itprobablycamefromadream]

When Heaven made you How hard did the angels fall? You looked upon my frame, Dull and unrefined Only you could make me Next to God Take my heart Yell my name Overt your gaze Use me up until there’s nothing Left Occupy my mind Vilify my soul Eat of my flesh and Mold my bones Eventually, you could come to love me

[itprobablycamefromadream]

When I was a child, I used to have such a vivid imagination. So vivid, in fact, I frequently got lost in those worlds and forgot to come back to this one. I started writing them down in notebooks that I carried with me everywhere I went with a designated pen clipped to the spiral binding, just in case something came to  me while I was out. They were filled with ever manner of story I wanted to read, but couldn’t find. Mermaids, heroes, magic, and love. I devoured books so ravenously. I just wanted to be reading or writing something all the time. I loved the library, where I’d find books I’d never see again, take them home, and read every word with such passion, like they were made just for me. They fueled my own stories, too, inspired me with never ending ideas.

Now, I am grown. I do not imagine like I used to. Everything I write never quite comes out right. I can never just do it for the sake of doing it. Every word must be perfect, every point in its place, or how can I justify it all? I wish I could blame this on something, some event in my life that I could cite and say, “This is why I can’t write anymore.” But there is no such thing. Nothing really happened. I just wanted to be good. So good, that people would rave about my book, it might even get a movie, and I’d insist on being hands on in the production, every line, every shot, every actor, completely perfect. I could write just one book and forever feel like I was a master, a poet, a genius. Until I realized I am none of those things. All characters are silent, their voices unfound. Every world barren, life being lived. Where did it all go? I’m trying so hard to get it back. That spark. What killed it? And why? Was any story I had really worth telling? I don’t want it to matter, though I can’t help but need it to. What ear will hear me when I beg for the words to come back to me? 

I want to feel again.

[visit-ba-sing-se]

Power to the people for $8 a month...you couldn't make that shit up if you tried. love it when my revolution comes with a monthly fee

[itprobablycamefromadream]

lmfao if he really wanted to give "power to the people" he'd disband the check marks altogether. but the purpose of said check marks are to differentiate authentic accounts from inauthentic, spam, and parody accounts. there are some accounts on twitter with check marks that don't seem to be run for/by a celebrity or "influencers" so i don't really know why they have a verification mark, but i also don't really care

and that doesn't even cover the fact that elon musk is claiming to be tearing down some kind of internet caste system when in the real world he is hoarding billions of dollars for himself and exacerbating the class disparity. don't forget about the claims he made to end world issues with his extravagant wealth only to never make good on his word and pretend it never happened. he's a scam artist, not a genius, not a philanthropist, nothing else.

[ocprompts]

why is your oc still alive? 

[itprobablycamefromadream]

he's immortal :/

[hellomynameiswip]

tag the OC who is asexual

[itprobablycamefromadream]

him

[disobedient-ocs]

“write what you know” me: ok

[itprobablycamefromadream]

here: crumbs

go fetch

[itprobablycamefromadream]

updates!!

the babies have names!! well, some of them. two of them.

two babies have names!! i am excited to introduce the children to the world, and this makes it just 1 step closer!!

[itprobablycamefromadream]

i currently don’t have names for anyone yet because i’m afraid i’ll hate the names and then i’ll hate the story and i’ll have to abandon my children :/