My brain's story process lol
This is what happens when you give me a white board during class.
I'm not even that big on Dream's content. This is just funny.
They did it again
Math is really tiring, im so glad i finally get to relax and do some knitting and crochet and i oh god oh my what the fuck
The feelings wheel is a fantastic tool to use for many occasions. Both writing and noticing your own feelings are my top uses. I greatly recommend it.
This is the feelings wheel by Geoffrey Roberts, shown to me by my therapist. My initial thought was, "what amazing synonyms to use for diverse emotional vocabulary!"
More than that, this wheel is great for understanding your characters inner motivations and reactions to situations. For example, if a character constantly feels helpless, then their overarching characteristics will be that they are fearful.
Characters who are less emotionally aware may use words and act in the inner most circle. Those much more aware of their emotions may describe themselves or express and use words from the outer most circle.
Hopefully you guys find this as helpful as I did! Let me know down in the comments.
Happy Writing!
Scar said. Scar smiled. Scar jumped
Yes this damn hardcore series is still rotting in my brain i literally drew this in the middle of my lunch breakĀ
Okay, after rereading Supernova.. I'm astonished I didn't notice this before. But I pray others have connected Magpie to Evie. I'm going to cry of joy, heartache, and a multitude of other emotions that I could only describe in that book cause I dont get surprised like this often. I'm good at guessing and observing! I knew that Nova and Magpie had way more going on behind the scowl matches, but honestly, I did not see the possibility of Evie being ALIVE! I had it cross my mind.. But still..
Shit. Now I'm eager to hear the story continue. Thanks Marissa Meyer lol
Why do I feel like Tommy would actually tease this if he got Tech's baby pictures...
Little skribble
it's like the mix of an alligator, giraffe, and salamander all in one
Aphaneramma, a marine temnospondyl amphibian with a cute crocodile face
I have so much to say, But I'm afraid words wouldn't be enough. Actually, I'm afraid of a lot of things. Possibly everything. Everything but one.
I'm afraid of love. I've only learned how to hate myself, So how could I possibly learn to love If I hate myself too much? No matter how good I feel, Whether I'm told I'm beautiful or gorgeous, In the end, I only know how to criticise myself.
I'm afraid of laughter. Do you laugh at me? Or do you laugh at someone else? Is it true or fake? It's much too easy to fake, And reassess choices once made. I can switch moods in the matter of seconds. You probably wouldn't recognise who I was when I shift.
I'm afraid of life. You can make so many mistakes, Fall so many times. Once of them might change your life for better or for worse. That's why I criticise myself. That's why I can't choose choices, But to choose perfection that I despise so dearly.
But I'm not afraid of Death. It's so small, yet so crucial. I don't understand why people are afraid of it. It's coming, so why not face it head on? Is such a fear why most turn to religion and faith? To reconcile themselves that they will be safe? If so, then so be it. As long as it doesn't hurt one's reason to live, Then I'll respect that opinion.
All I want is to breathe in a world, A world that can take it's time and move forward. Not backwards. So, though I'm afraid of a lot of things, I'll continue to see the stories beyond my own. Because that's what I was born to be.