#madison writes.

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me, scrambling frantically out of bed at 12:25 am: I GOT THE TITLE FOR MY BOOK

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it’s been a year since writing my fic and my dudes. i got it. i got the sequel

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me writing hughy, dewie, and louie literally climbing over a table to tackle each other into shutting up is probably the cutest and most accurate depiction of the triplets, and by extension siblings, i’ve ever written

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my self insert prompt blog is getting some very Heavy requests as of recent and i never thought my stuff would end up mattering the much to people that they come to me to help comfort and console them and idk it just makes me feel a nice sense of worth

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‘how long does it usually take to finish a request?’ normally i spend one night stuffing five things into my queue and then disappearing for three weeks

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temporary

i was named after a mermaid in a movie from the 90s and some people refer to me as different blonde princesses from disney movies

you look like a mermaid too blonde hair and green eyes freckled shoulders and bare skin and you were considered to play disney princes at the parks once

i heard a song the other day while coming home from disneyland it wasn’t on the radio but it was in my head in my lungs i couldn’t breathe as my hair whipped around my face

siren songs i never thought i’d hear calling me back telling me you were home you were true and i replied in even measured breaths with hands over my ears i am not my mother

i will not throw away normalcy and happiness for temporary the fluttering in my chest and dopamine shakes will subside these feelings though they once were everything are temporary you are temporary

i will not be alone again just for temporary

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i wrote something silly and cute and very self-indulgent but i love it so much and i’m so proud of it

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cruel sense of humor

there was a memory imprinted in her brain of a little girl no bigger than ten crawling out of a tent and looking up the planets and stars the milky way winking their greetings telling her that she shouldn’t feel so alone

this girl has changed aged to become a twenty year old young woman standing in the desert feeling much too alone much too sad for such a small being

‘do you think we’re really all alone?’ it’s the question on each mind that night ‘of course not’, the father says, ‘it’s much to big for us to be alone’ ‘no, we are’, says the uncle everyone looks at him, confused, mildly upset ‘we would be,’ he continues, ‘god has a cruel sense of humor’ this isn’t a light thought, but everyone laughs anyways the girl looks back up

the sky has changed too but her human eyes cannot tell looking up the whole milky way galaxy with it’s stars and planets and vast empty spaces she has changed too it wasn’t quite as gradual as the stars she was all at once like a big bang a god with a cruel sense of humor making her this way young and alone and sad