You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
β Bianca Sparacino
Marksley did not stand like a servant. His back was too straight, and though his shoulders remained slouched, there was a certain tenseness there that never appeared with the male servants she interacted with both at Isidore and at the palace. His feet were positioned just so that he would be able to stand completely still without locking his knees, his weight displaced equally between his feet and his arms behind his back.
Marksley did not stand like a servant. He stood like Leda before she adjusted to her new position. He stood like the guards that watched over her at the Manor. He stood like her mother, in some odd way, though Titaniaβs stance never looked as rigid and uniform as the rest of them.
He stood like a soldier.
gβ¦gritty did what nowβ¦
to all my writer friends out there.
Rewatching "The Boiler Room Job" and they really did just give Eliot a machete and set him loose in the jungle with an asshole conman ceo huh
I always think someone is too sexy to be on tumblr then they speak and it's like oh mental illness
mods are asleep post gorgeous bisexual royalty
a bitter story exploring loss, trauma and healing gone wrong.
GENRE: literary fiction.
POV + TENSE: first-person referral, retrospective.
SETTING: a fictional commune, unspecified time period.
TONE: bitter, sharp, resentful, lonely.
STAGE: completed first draft, 2769 words.
LOGLINE:Β years after her childhood and its horrors, angry, resentful emily writes a letter to her dead sisterβ the one whom she sees as the cause of her traumaβ in an attempt to come to terms with how horribly wrong her life is now.
LITERAL LOGLINE: when you decide to scream into the void as a substitute for therapy except surprise! it doesnβt help.
our first-person, extremely unhinged narrator. sheβs a very bitter woman and is someone with nothing to live for, the way she sees it. a lot of her apathy + the disarrayed state of her life and mind was a direct cause of her childhood trauma and the unhealthy coping mechanisms that followed said trauma. sheβs perpetually angry at her younger self and is overly conflicted towards her feelings towards her family, mainly her sister.
emilyβs older sister. she was a role model for her when they were kids, and emily used to worship her. she was a loving and emotional person, and was very recklessβ and rebelliousβ with a streak of massive unchecked anger [directed mostly at her father]. emily doesnβt recall much about her anymore, due to how young sheβd been when lilee had died.
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just been making mha tik toks for the girls and the gays
Lockdown nerfed my creativity big-time but Iβve finally felt in the right headspace to pick up some pencils againβ¦ and of course I had to draw Zhu Yilong as Wu Xie. :D