#wrtting

[modern-wilde]

“My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I'm unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person.”

― Andrew Davidson

[sabonhomeblog]

@french_toasts

[notyoubabe]

I still think we're special you and me. And I'm afraid to admit that the thought of you being touched by someone else makes me wanna throw up. And I miss holding you. I haven't slept as good as I did next to you. But I won't tell you that.

P.T.

[drunkwalkhme]

tell me what to do i’m always either ice cold or burning fire and it tires me to tremble so and to dance for so long with the flames

i sometimes feel nothing for so long i think i forgot what is it like to have joy or grief

but it only takes a second for all the things i didn’t feel for a month to come back all at once

do you know what is like to shiver when you are burning? i am never satisfied neither with emptiness or fullfilment

please teach me teach me not to love the chaos i build around myself teach me not to long for the feeling

teach me to love the peace please for all i know is emptiness but never calm

tell me how do i live how do we live how do people live inside their heads?

[starlight-drive-in]

Really want to write Enderal Fanfiction but

I have not literally not written anything creative since highschool. D:

Tips or Examples of anyone writing process would be appreciated!!

I’m also trying to work up the courage to post my sketch of Jespar I did last week.

[nujzlezz]

Moony night

Thousands stars fall down from the sky

Running, running to catch the stars

The moon full of water

Be drunk by its light

Fly high in the deep purple sky

Eating cloud

The cat is jumping on the clouds

Taking me to flying castle

To see the beautiful moon on the sky

[nicoelmito]

some poem,

this one is called 😓

[hpmonroe-blog]

Living Unknowingly - Chapter 21

I was about toggle up but then, one night, I Heard it. She was crying for her old man, she was crying for you  the same way I’ve cried.