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spring-of-ashes · 11 months

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Flowers for you

Happiness for you

#romanticism #prose #new prose #escapism #books and literature #book aesthetic #english literature #light acamedia #dark academia moodboard #dark academic aesthetic

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quotefeeling · 1 month

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I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan

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iambrillyant · 5 months

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“december, close the chapters that don’t speak to my spirit and open up the pages that remind me of who i am. give me the courage to release myself from what i’ve outgrown so i can fit into shoes suited for where my journey is going. balm me in patience and soak my bones in love.”

— iambrillyant

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thepathetickind · 2 months

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I wished you would've stayed in love with me

by laurenmaerie, love always leaves

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artharakka · 3 months

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Beautiful, But Broken

#bg3 #tiefling #tw blood #c: Viivi #so I redid my bg3 character because I wasn't feeling durge that much. So now my sibling does durge and I regular tav Viivi #(changed her to tiefling for funs)#at least I meant to do regular tav but uhhhhh things have gone very unfortunately very fast #anyway. Viivi is an artist; she does painting sculpting poetry and some prose. Experimenting with this and that #unfortunately she is deaf which made making connections a bit hard in the fine arts world #fortunately she has a patreon with one very generous patron (she's fey warlock)✨ who has bestowed some gifts of charms for her #which have opened doors of many art galleries #She's not a fighter so although she is confident in her own lane she is also very aware of her mortality #so she avoided any fights she could #which might have saved her but also got her into the mess of her lifetime #you see she couldn't fight the entire goblin camp and their leaders. She would've just not survived that. So she convinced them #that she is a True Soul. She is good at convincing people. It worked. They thought she is on their side. Good #Halsin also though Viivi was on their side. Halsin attacked Viivi's party. Now Halsin is dead.#So Viivi and her group were still alone deep within enemy fort. Viivi made new plans. She frees the prisoner who says he will warn the grov #Good thinks Viivi now they know to flee. I will go to Minthara and tell we got the information from prisoner of the grove location #she will trust us and we walk off #when we get back to grove they have not fled and Minthara is at the gates #Minthara wants Viivi to sound the horn. Zevlor wants Viivi to sound the horn. Viivi asks Zevlor to please tell this plan in detail.#Zevlor says just blow the horn already. Viivi does that. Minthara thanks Viivi for leaving the gate open as planned #Zevlor does not thank Viivi for that. Viivi is confused as she did not leave the gate open. (for real the damn gate was left open)#So I did a Massacre.#now Karlach is gone Wyll is dead. Lae'zel is also dead #but apparently Minthara is ready to be very loving and sincere with Viivi. The most helpful person she has met in very long time.#Viivi might love her #so that is how she's doing.

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 2 years

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I don't know how many times I've started over after giving up, but I remember the unbearable weight that each one left on my shoulders. I remember the ones who told me they didn't care anymore, that I could dig my own grave. I remember the very few that kept me going- friends, therapists, lovers.

But there are too many memories to list here, too many nights that I have come to regret, mistakes I know now that I never should have made. I can list my mistakes in my head, but it's only a matter of time before the words escape me and only snapshots of tear-stained mornings and nights where I only knew of plastic slamming against my skin are all I can think about.

She denies it when I bring it up, immediately playing the victim in whatever fucked up narrative she has going on in her head. I clench and unclench my fists, doing everything in my power not to start a fight, not to make our relationship any worse than it already is. Not that I succeed. I feel farther from her than ever now, and maybe it's my doing... but didn't she do this to herself, to me? Didn't she take that knife and wedge it so deep between us that she watched me bleed crimson rivers at midnight, tears clinging to my eyelids as I shattered?

I don't listen to the songs we used to dance to in the living room anymore, too scared of the flashbacks that come with it. I can't question why she did it, can't bring them up in conversation, because I know exactly what will follow. Rolling of eyes, gaslighting, blatant denial when we were both there that night, one hurting and screaming, the other with wide, angry eyes as they destroyed a child's trust, their sense of safety. I often wonder what my life would be like if those nights never happened- if she held me close the way she swore she always did to anyone that asked. Therapists, friends, family. I wonder how many people outside my immediate family know what really happened behind closed doors, though I have a pretty firm belief that I know how low that number is.

If I completely changed who I was, if I turned back time, would she still have done it? If I had been more like my friends, more like my sister? Would I feel better, safer? Would I still be able to churn out fantasies as easily as they come? Would I close my eyes and see myself in a little apartment in the countryside, my favorite people by my side, so far away from my blood relatives that I almost remind myself of a long-lost relative, so far away and distant because that was what she chose?

I don't know. Maybe I never will.

#just wrote this #flashback #flashback kind of night #i can't forget #amwriting #female writers #writers of tumblr #new prose #prose on tumblr #my own prose #my prose #my writing #just wrote this one #hope you like it #spilled ink #writers on tumblr

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living-dead-girl515 · 6 months

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And sometimes it hits me, how deeply you cut me. The things you stole from me. The behaviors you left in me. I hate what you created, I hate what you did to me.

#creative writing #writing #prose #pretty words #new poets society #spilled thoughts #spilled feelings #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled emotions #prose poetry #spilled prose #trauma posting

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ninasdrafts · 1 year

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You see - you’ve done it again. You’ve made it through another year. Whether you’re a fighter who suffers in silence or someone who shares their struggles with the world, you have over a hundred reasons to be proud of yourself. I hope you’ll never stop celebrating your victories, no matter how small they might seem to others. I hope you’ll find the courage to take that last step, to write that letter, to send that text. I hope you will be brave enough to change your life. What are you waiting for? Please don't tell me you're not ready yet. Truth is you will never feel ready enough to take a step out of your comfort zone. Something new will always be scary at first. If 2022 was for slow transformations and growth, 2023 will be about taking the leap. About the big jump - the falling, and the flying. Accept that you deserve something bigger, something better. You've got this.

hi, 2023 / n.j.

#2023 #goodbye 2022 #hello 2023 #excerpt from a book I'll never write #writing #spilled ink #prose #poetry #writing community #inspiring quotes #positive vibes #quotes #positive quotes #writers on tumblr #words to live by #life quote #life quotes #new year #happy new year

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lonelyfrenchpoet · 1 month

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I was just a kid

I was just a kid.

I wasn't supposed to see that.

I wasn't supposed to do that.

I wasn't supposed to feel that.

I wasn't supposed to hear that.

I was just a kid.

By Val (22.03.22)

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texaschainsawmascara · 2 years

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Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear - E.E. Scott / Heritage, Calling a Wolf a Wolf - Kaveh Akbar / Sue Zhao

#parallels #web weaving #every day I am trying new techniques to make myself disappear #ee scott #e.e. scott #heritage calling a wolf a wolf #kaveh akbar #sue zhao #lit #literature #writing #poetry #prose #poem #poems #comparatives

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spring-of-ashes · 1 year

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The Ocean is Beautifully Terrifying

You are Terrifyingly Beautiful

#prose #new prose #books and literature #escapism #book aesthetic #english literature #romanticism #light acamedia #dark academia moodboard #dark academic aesthetic

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surqrised · 9 months

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I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan

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iambrillyant · 24 days

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“april, magnify my awareness and shrink my fears, energize my purpose and starve any apprehensions. soften opinions i carry of myself so i’m not weighed down by perception, solidify my sense of self so it can’t be broken by anything that misunderstands me. lead me towards growth.”

— iambrillyant

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garadinervi · 6 months

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New Directions in Prose and Poetry 18, Edited by James Laughlin, New Directions, New York, NY, 1964 [Between the Covers, Gloucester City, NJ]

#graphic design #poetry #book #cover #book cover #new directions #new directions in prose and poetry #james laughlin #1960s

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strawberrystepmom · 3 months

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okay we are loving ourselves today by force & order of me so here's an exercise: please put in the tags how your fav would describe you if they were writing about you

keep in mind - this is someone who loves you. words that are NOT allowed include: boring, average, ugly or anything relating to unattractiveness. see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you and let me know how they see you.

#i know this isn't a brand new exercise but i feel like we rly need it bc the winter blues are eating us all up lmao #please please please be as descriptive or poetic or prose filled as u need

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originalmoonkid · 4 months

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Some souls are destined to be eternal givers, even when their own hearts are fractured.

#desiblr #desi stuff #desi tag #winter #new year #rants #dark acadamia aesthetic #chaotic acadmeia quotes #txt #spilled writing #spilled ink #prose #art #inspired #i write

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