#writingagain

[itscoucouharry]

Returning to my Roots lol

I don’t know how to start this, but I’m here, sitting at my work desk with my fingers on the keyboard, feeling the pull to return to something I haven’t touched in years: One Direction fanfiction.

Liam Payne’s death hit me harder than I thought it would. I didn’t realize how much of my heart was still tied to those moments when I was a teenager, writing about them, imagining a world where they were more than just the pop stars we saw on TV. I poured so much of my joy, my pain, my dreams, and my hopes into those stories. Back then, it was all about escape – the music, the camaraderie, the connection to a group of boys who seemed so real to us.

And now, with Liam gone, it feels like that piece of my heart has cracked open again.

I wasn’t ready for it. I wasn’t prepared for the flood of memories, the longing to go back to those days when the fanfics were all I could think about. The days when I believed in the magic of what if, in the safe space of fandoms, in the comfort of writing and reading about a band that gave us so much joy. The days when we were all just kids, learning and growing alongside each other.

I’m writing again. I’m writing for that younger version of me who found solace in words, in worlds I could shape with my own hands. I’m writing for the healing of the inner child that was never fully allowed to let go of those fantasies, those hopes, that feeling of being seen and understood. Because in a way, these stories helped me heal then, and they might just help me heal now.

I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know how long this healing process will take, or what new roads it will lead me down, but I do know that I’m doing it for the little me who needed these words to make sense of a world that didn’t always feel kind.

So here I am, typing away once more, remembering why I started writing in the first place. Not for fame, not for attention, but for the therapy of expression, for the joy of creating something from nothing, and for the love I still carry for a group of boys who made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this world.

Liam, thank you for everything. You’ll always be a part of this journey.

[miraithislife]

Miraith Fanfic :)

Sorry had to take a break from writing for a bit due to irl stuff, but I’m gonna start writing again soon ♥️ in the meantime feel free to read the other parts! Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!! Thank yoouuu 🥰🥰

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[hopesparksembers]

I've been away, but now I'm coming back…

[idreamofgalaxies]

Just another reason why..

I can't even forget how it felt when your wrist bent at

my waist.

Or the sound you made when you were sleeping a

little too deeply in my arms; I was always afraid you

were never going to wake back up.

I don't even need to close my eyes, and I see you.

I can feel your skin under my fingertips just by

thinking your name.

What is this game of love, really?

My senses are blinded and my guard is down; I

tremble at the sound of your footstep.

I can't even forget the sound of your footstep.

Or the way your lips lay against your teeth like

silk against pearls. The way you'd hide your smile.

There's things in this life you can not achieve, places

that you may never reach.

But I've seen the ethereal​.

I've known the heavens, I have loved with a love only

the Gods could synchronize.

So please, tell me why, my bleeding knees and

pleading eyes do not compromise the anger in your

heart, or the bitterness in your mind.

Because I still remember the way you'd say my name

in your sleep, and the way you'd laugh at me.

And I still remember how we kissed, like we were

losing time. And the way your voice sounded when

you said the times you knew for certain.

And the times you knew it wasn't true.

Your love for me was see through

I remember when you loved me, it looked like a version of myself I met through you.

[coloringtheworldwithwords]

The way you looked at me scared me because it reminded me too much of forevers, empty promises proven in my past to be nothing but a silly cliche, and I’m not in the business of living this life to waste my breath. My past has proven that the words we promise each other when awake are lies, poorly constructed verses as a desperate attempt to keep people, but the way you looked at me was different, there’s no ownership in your embrace. You don’t speak promises with your lips, and what scares me most is that you mean them, pretty soft eyes gazing in the morning light, soft enough to keep me sleeping but strong enough feel. When I break down in the darkness your body falls into me, gives into all my inhibitions and makes me feel guided. I’ve never known a love to not ask so much out of me, to fall for what I so poorly offer in these beaten shaky hands when I don’t offer much but uncertainty. I can’t promise I won’t ever flinch when you go to touch me, but I know you’ll touch me anyway, reminding me to be soft with the hands that are gentle, but respecting that I’ve trusted hands that haven’t been before. You’re here to teach me so many lessons in love, and I’m here to be myself unapologetically, to love through everything that I’ve lost, to accept the love I deserve for the first time in forever. No more fixing the broken because you are more put together than most, pieces put together in grace and in beauty, and my soul is so happy to have met you. Pretty girl on the West side of the world, teaching me what it’s like to feel, teaching me that actions speak louder than words.

And you are more than enough for my shattered healing soul, (coloringtheworldwithwords)

[nicholasgraves]

He has risen...

[gothamchick]

#MondayMusing on the blog (link in bio). Happy to be writing again and hoping to write more this year. . . “It’s another rainy Monday today and I'm watching the temps lest it drop again. So last Friday, it rained and temperatures didn't stay at 39 degrees as promised, and instead plummeted to below freezing. Long story short, I went home a bit underdressed but still warm and toasty, but suffered the misfortune of slipping on the ice a few meters from my doorstep. I almost made it but miserably failed despite my lug sole winter boots. I'm lucky that I've always been good at breaking a fall, even if in the end, I have a scraped knee, tenderness at the palm of my hand and at times a sore bum. I survived. I think the temperature is holding above freezing today, so I am optimistic it won't be as treacherous a walk home as Friday's. Spring can't come soon enough.” . . . #gothamchickwrites #pinaynewyorkerwrites #mondaymusingsfromgothamchick #writingagain #ontiktok https://www.instagram.com/p/CZs-zzKupoW/?utm_medium=tumblr

[amadlass]

I’m trying to write again

I want to write and decided to just write, even with unedited drafts, I’ll write and ignore those rough punctuations and grammar issues so long I can actually write something. This is also a sign. Start writing and finish your wip too!

https://ko-fi.com/acatcus https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2791109/