Your Worth, And Whether Or Not You ‘deserve’ To Be Alive, Isn’t Measured By How Much You Produce.

Me: *is the writer*

Me, after I write a twist: oh shit! I did not see that coming!

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

If anyone wants to tell me about their plot, characters, or anything really then I'm happy to listen!

I REALLY want to talk about my new plot idea (not sure whether to write it as a screenplay, story, or save it as a comic idea) but at the same time, I really don’t want to bother anyone hsbsbsb🥲

please remember that it’s okay to use popular tropes and clichés in your writing. just remember to make them your own, and put your own kinda spin on them. 

don’t let yourself be stopped by what other people say you can or can’t do when it comes to writing. you are allowed to write about whatever you want, regardless of how popular it is in mainstream media. 

edit: obviously, this doesn’t apply to harmful stereotypes, which is incredibly important that we do not write about! (thank you to @stormypaint for the reminder in the tags) 

by josemostajo

me, creating another WIP and adding it to the pile: I have done good work this day

Imagine if we lived forever,

Time goes on but we're frozen like ice.

Childhood pets would be here til the end,

Family with you all your life.

Young children would never grow,

People in a coma stuck in a limbo

Between life and death, not alive

But not given the relief of passing away.

Young people are free forever

But that teen mother with three kids

Is chained to them for infinity;

She may physically live forever

But her life ended a long time ago.

And what about when the sun expands,

Consuming the earth and we're left

To float in nothingness, torn from

Limb to limb, pain without death,

Is this nature's punishment for us?

writing?? more like self-led therapy

*me writing fic*

me to me: don’t use the word eyes, you just used it in the previous sentence. use something else

my inner me to me: no, don’t call eyes orbs, it’s cringey

my deeper inner me to me: call them face balls