wiltedrosewritings

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Starting is the easy part.

I’ve started and quit a million times over.

Never have I ever followed something through to completion. Never have I ever devoted myself arduously and diligently to a single cause.

#my journal

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Art is impractical. Art just is, without rhyme or reason; like accidents or emergencies it abides by no human construct of time, priority, or organization.

#my journal #on art

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“I have fond memories of the rain,” she says, gazing out the window. Beads swell and fall on its glass pane. Stares at them forlornly, edges of her mouth deepening with an unnamed but compelling emotion. Her gaze trails the falling beads.

She looks at the grey day as if greeting an old friend.

#my journal #michie drabbles #writing prompt

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Ophelia, 1851-1905 - oil on canvas — Constantin Meunier (Belgian, 1831-1905)

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something has died within me.

I awake in knotted sheets and dim lighting to the decayed scent but can’t identify its source.

I get up to look in the mirror but I look all the same, just as always.

I tug on the corner of my mouth and peer down the cave of it. Not a clue in sight. No sense to grasp. Only pink gums and crooked teeth. An animated tongue.

I don’t laugh the same - not in the way that would make my belly sore and cheeks sting. Not in the way tears would bead down the inner corners of my eyes. But rather, a hollow little thing with the shake of a head as if in surrender. Pre-emptive sadness; it’ll pass.

I don’t dream the same. Rather at the slightest notion of a new aspiration, I draw a blade and cull it at its source, like a pesty weed. Save myself the disappointment of yet another unfulfilled desire.

The only thing I crave these days, I lust for, more than love or companionship, is money. Endless amounts of it. For security and freedom. I decided not to be happy unless I become rich enough to kick back and not have to work a forced day in the remainder of life.

Some nights I cry in grief of the old me, and hold certainty that I’ll never be her again. I cry but there’s no grave for me to visit. I am the grave. I wrap myself in ash, douse the scent of decay onto the sides of my neck. Hug my limp body and drift into sleep, where I’m no one and everything all at once.

I wake to dread I have not died yet. Dread the continuation of this physical life when otherwise I’ve declared myself dead.

#my journal #someone please get me #just end me already

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At some point you realize that not even your own mother will accept you for who you are. For all your shadow and darkness and hatred and impurity.

Like everyone else, she sees only what she wishes to see. A perfect child born from her womb and raised through her love. It’s an infraction to even consider they could have raised them wrong, could have raised a monster. Don’t show your faults lest you anger the master.

Take your truth and burry it down, somewhere in the graveyard of your heart. No one would know anyhow.

Rehearse your platitudes and repeat the same old saccharine words that everyone loves to hear. No one ever really wants to sit with your fears and doubts and talk them through with you. No one ever really wants to be discomforted, distracted from their own protagonistic narrative to attend to yours.

Swallow it. Smile. Try not to say too much. Be perfect.

Nothing matters anyways.

I’m just going to live in silence. I’m only going to be true when alone with myself. I’m the only one who accepts it all; the good, the bad, the in-between.

#my journal

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where my mind has been as of late

I am never happy, I am only ever distracted, at varying degrees, from a persistent sadness.

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)

#my journal

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I want too much and nothing at all

- penned by j. medna (2024)

#my journal

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someone show jeongguk this

K.E.N-Digit: ‘Hand Signs of Love’ (2019)

#memes #jeongguk

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introduction: penned by j. m. medna

little bits of me all in one place

/ conveniently filter my blog /

#memes -> all memes, writer memes, relatable posts/reflections, funny, etc.

#my journal -> all my written reflections regardless of mood or formatting, tagged with corresponding date and penned by j. m. medna

#michie writes -> my og pieces of fiction and/or fanfiction

#writing advice -> posts on improving writing skills, motivation and reminders

#writing prompts -> quotes or images that incite story telling

#hyperfixation #topic -> for routine changes in interests

#quotes and scenes -> favorite quotes from songs or writing pieces; favorite scenes or lines from tv or cinema or music videos

♡₊˚🥀21; INTP; leo sun, cap moon, scorpio rising (if ur into that)

♡₊˚🥀thrives in organized chaos

♡₊˚🥀loves to contemplate ambivalent villains (e.g. Klaus Michaelson, Rafe Cameron, Dan Scott, etc.)

♡₊˚🥀The following changed the way I look at art and life and I hope their influence makes itself known amidst my writing: One Tree Hill, Outer Banks, Heart Break High, One Day (Netflix), HYYH Bangtan Universe

♡₊˚🥀 lover of Genshin Impact (currently a Kaeya main; AR 22)

♡₊˚🥀 lover of obscure and relatively useless facts

♡₊˚🥀 a-not-always-proud-member of the Spanish aquiline nose female population

♡₊˚🥀 evening iced lattes>>

♡₊˚🥀works in the medical field by day

#introduction #profile organization #me

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#writing prompts #fun writing prompts

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you made leaving me look so easy...

how am i supposed to trust anyone again?

- dee (trust issues)

#quotes and scenes

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“We… need to forgive ourselves… for all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.”

— Mitch Albom

#quotes and scenes #me #mine #this one's personal

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#me #mine #mood of April #quotes and scenes

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It’s April and I’m full of unspoken hatred and rage.

When did I become like this? So angry and intolerant?

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)

#me #my journal

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I don’t have a voice. I choke with silence. I absorb my surroundings without commentary fearing I may say the wrong thing, the unfiltered thing.