[vampireautism]

there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.

[flowerflamestars]

there is a CONVERSATION in my HEAD and I cannot WRITE IT. rage and hatred

[ocean-stuck]

there is a VIDEO in my HEAD And i cannot ANIMATE IT. hage and ratred

[y2kbugs-moved]

There is a GAME in my HEAD and I cannot CODE IT. Ratred and hage.

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

there is a SONG in my HEAD and I cannot COMPOSE IT. haged and rate.

[gender-luster]

there is a MOVIE in my HEAD and i cannot FILM IT. raged and hate

[yahooo-official]

there is a CRAFT in my HEAD and i cannot BUILD IT. snage and snatred

[the-haiku-bot]

there is a CRAFT in

my HEAD and i cannot BUILD

IT. snage and snatred

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[leoram8209]

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

mmm, i hate when people forget. i must say i'm petty, playing this game of whether i should wish them happy birthday when they don't seem to care enough about mine to remember or even set a reminder.

but maybe they lost track, i think. maybe you're just distant now, someone who's not in their lives anymore. something innocent like that. then why do i still think about wishing them? this is so awkward. i know i should just go with whatever i feel like and wish them anyway because if they won't remember me, at least i will. i'm that annoying ghost in the background who won't go away lol. but i just wish they didn't need me to post something about it or get a not-so-subtle nudge from someone else to remember when it is my birthday.

or, heavens forbid, remember that my birthday comes before theirs when i wish them happy birthday.

but i'm pettyyyyyyyyyyyyy and i wish i felt like it was worth the effort. oh well. i suppose i will be wishing them, when it comes up.

[dragonpurplecristal]

The “ik they’re bad news but i love them anyways” trope is cool but what i need is tortured characters who are so sure they’re awful people and don’t deserve their s/o but they know they love each other and can’t stop themself from getting closer and closer while hating themself for not stopping it before they eventually hurt their s/o, which they are sure will happen eventually, and sometimes they’ll try to pull away but ironically that’s what hurt the s/o the most, more than anything they could fuck up (whether they are actually as bad as they think or not doesn’t matter)

[irondive]

[nondelphic]

“you should write every day” bestie i’m trying to live every day. write?? i barely eat enough fruit.

[elleldoe]

me, in for a surprise because it hasn't yet fully dawned on me that the chapter I'm currently writing is actually six chapters in a trench coat: this should be a rather quick and easy affair

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

me with ch 8 of nerre. had to split it

[cuunos]

peak dynamic in my opinion

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

idk who this is yet but i need to write this

[aralintheobsessive]

if you want butterflies, you need to live with caterpillars.

i am not being metaphorical, i work in a garden center, stop buying plants 'to bring in the bees and butterflies' and then immediately poisoning every caterpillar that dares to consume a single leaf

you will not get butterflies if you kill all the things that turn into butterflies! what are you doing!

[bisforbutch]

As a poet, I also want my viewers to take this rather beautiful allegory into account.

[writercultureis]

writer culture is knowing how your fic goes next but also having No Idea how to write out the scene

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[periwinkle-amaranthine]

remembering the time a month ago when my middle school obsession with goodreads saved my life

i remembered a book i read a long time ago and was trying to recommend it to a friend. the problem? i could neither recall the title nor the author. just the vague plot and knowing it was a really good book.

i wracked and wracked my head for it. it felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, but it just wasn't there. and then... i had the bright idea of searching my goodreads read bookshelf.

yall. yall, middle school me was so diligent with it. as soon as i read a book i updated its status. i'm pretty sure it was a permanent resident of my browser at that time. (i was part of a kotlc group on there too LOL.) i still have a list of want to reads.

and guess what?

i found it. not just the book i'd been looking for but another by the same author (a different standalone) that i'd decided to read because i liked the first one so much.

whenever i get back into reading, i should just start updating goodreads again. just in case.

p.s. the book was dark matter by blake crouch. the other book i read after that was recursion.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

so. i reread dark matter. it was... something. looking at it through a writer's perspective hits so differently. it was still pretty good, although the writing style threw me off (so many paragraph breaks in unexpected places. made for a very abrupt pace). but i mean it didn't detract and i still felt the tension so good job mr. crouch.

i don't think i'm gonna reread recursion as well but i have two other books i've borrowed and need to read. can you believe one of them is a book i saw a man reading on one of my many bus rides? lol i don't think i'm gonna like it but we'll see how it goes.

the other one is wind and truth, the new stormlight book. that'll be a journey. but of course, journey over destination. getting back into my long overdue reading spree.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

every time i come back home my family has changed. this time my parents have started doing yoga together in the living room. it's not like i haven't changed either i guess. i wonder if they think the same about me.

but oh well. a new routine to get used to.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

i'm back in the 4 am forays again

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

i always wonder why people participate in problematic media. like...

for example, i watched a movie and, say whatever, but i noticed the fact that all the Black characters kept dying or sacrificing themselves for the white characters and it just. bugged me. like cool, noble sacrifice and all but why always them? why not feed someone else to the beast in the walls or something? have some diversity in who dies yk? lol. it was painting an unsavory picture, and i couldn't help but wonder what was going through the Black actors' minds when they agreed to be cast in the film.

like probably there isn't much of a choice and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to appease certain circumstances but like... if that doesn't rub them the wrong way when they're doing it something's off.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

remembering the time a month ago when my middle school obsession with goodreads saved my life

i remembered a book i read a long time ago and was trying to recommend it to a friend. the problem? i could neither recall the title nor the author. just the vague plot and knowing it was a really good book.

i wracked and wracked my head for it. it felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, but it just wasn't there. and then... i had the bright idea of searching my goodreads read bookshelf.

yall. yall, middle school me was so diligent with it. as soon as i read a book i updated its status. i'm pretty sure it was a permanent resident of my browser at that time. (i was part of a kotlc group on there too LOL.) i still have a list of want to reads.

and guess what?

i found it. not just the book i'd been looking for but another by the same author (a different standalone) that i'd decided to read because i liked the first one so much.

whenever i get back into reading, i should just start updating goodreads again. just in case.

p.s. the book was dark matter by blake crouch. the other book i read after that was recursion.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

i basically had a premonition at the bus stop that someone was going to see my lanyard and mention something related to my uni and well

someone on the bus did.

she was nice though. we talked the whole ride.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

wtf are equal-length chapters

find me clutching my 1.5k first chapter and my probably 6k eighth to my chest. i will bite if you try to split 'em.