theshalesky

[theshalesky]

Looking at my friends, with the same adoration one would gaze up at a starry sky

Hoping I could admire their shine for a long long time.

#...and this goes here too

[theshalesky]

I don't want love to be the point. If anything, i want it to be the starting point.

So many stories have at least a romance subplot. A plotline revolving around love - love being the goal, whether the characters reach it in the end or not. Love being the moral of the story. Love being the angle at which the world is perceived. Even when it's a tragic breakup story, the story is still about love. I'm tired of that.

I want to see characters living their story despite love. I want characters to fall in love at the beginning, but then things happen in their life, and they realize they've slowly fallen out of love for no apparent reason. I'm sick of love being that all-encompassing force that survives in all circumstances. I want love to mean nothing. To be there, but be pointless, to simply matter less than other things in the world. When a character asks "Why don't you love me?", i want the other to reply "Why do you love me?", because this love is merely a facet of both characters' personal issues. I want them to continue their story, knowing who loves whom and who doesn't love whom, and having to work with it. I wish for once, love wasn't seen as a wonderful thing, but instead talked about in a neutral way. Characters loving someone but not caring about that love. Characters loving someone but slowly forgetting about that person. Characters loving someone but knowing their love won't matter. Characters loving someone but understanding they can't give that person what they need. Characters loving someone but this love being overshadowed by all the other ways in which they care about that person. I want love to be anything, anything but the point.

#this may or may not be because i'm aromantic #so yeah this is mostly about romantic love #listen - aro representation in stories is great. but what i need even more is for love to be taken off that pedestral. #please consider putting love in your story just to completely crush the concept #that's what i'm doing btw - maybe i'll talk about that in a post #writeblr #writers on tumblr #romance #love #love story #aromantic #aro #aromanticism #arospec #writerscommunity #writers and poets #story #fuck love

[theshalesky]

writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

[theshalesky]

I love you dog symbolism. I love you fruit symbolism. I love you insect symbolism. I love you flower symbolism. I love you motifs. I love you poetry.

[theshalesky]

god if there was a book of forbidden spells I wouldn’t even hesitate

[theshalesky]

@graciethesnowangel333

"idk he's kind of hard to describe" i say about the character i have been developing for twenty seven weeks

#a certain speyeralling? maybe? #but yeah even apart from that special case #putting your ideas into words is hard #like personally #i think i'd find it easier to write a whole page about a character/ from the character's pov than just to explain them in simple terms #they're an abstract concept in my head how do you expect me to-

[theshalesky]

After a few minutes of drifting I opened my eyes. I had a body, i existed. I could hold a physical form. Things looked - not better But they looked like something I was able to look at them again. ° ° ° Everything's so tiring Why do i feel like this? Having a body is certainly Is certainly something is certainly annoying But if i complain about my body and my mind What is left? ° ° ° Every moment is eternal Oh right, this is what it's like Feeling like shit I forgot. It will get better In an eternity.

#oh this? this is frankenstein's pseudo-poem #and also something my mind vomited while being sick #can i post something completely unedited and call it my unique style? #writers and poets #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled poetry #my poem #original poetry

[theshalesky]

Maybe longing is the thing i'm good at. I want I want I want I spend my day wishing for things i don't have. It's easy, isn't it? Dreaming about how your life could be If it was different So much easier Than actually... Living. I'm the cat Looking out the window, so lonely Hissing in fear at anyone who approaches them. I'm looking Over the fence, thinking: The grass looks so much greener in a different world. Maybe what i'm admiring in the thing i see Is not the life itself, but the fact That someone else is living it for me. (Maybe I'm just not good At living???) Maybe it will get easier, Maybe it won't. Maybe i should learn to appreciate The life i have - of course i should. But nothing makes a room feel emptier Than wanting something in it.

(stole the last sentence from @heartpeacenquiet :3)

#yes my only genre is lazy vent poetry #not really satisfied with this one but i can't think of a way to make it better #writers and poets #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled poetry #my poem #vent poem #escapism

[theshalesky]

All i think about is this: We're sitting in a restaurant. I try very hard not to tell you that you're an idiot. You try very hard not to tell me that you love me.

#does your brain ever unconsciously form random sentences while you're doing a simple task? #no? just me? #anyways this is how this came to be #i don't have a better idea of what this means than you do #random thoughts #writers on tumblr #writing prompt

[theshalesky]

i think my favourite horror trope is what i like to call "it gets better before it gets worse". the evil is seemingly defeated. the worst is apparently over. it was tough, and maybe you didn't all make it out in one piece, but you made it. except that you didn't. you're still infected, still marked. you bring the horror with you wherever you go. and there's no timeframe after which you can say you're safe with any certainty. it might lie dormant for years, just waiting for you to turn your back to it long enough to let it find you again. it knows your scent, now. it can hunt you down wherever you go.

#yesss #nothing to add actually #except op you seem cool

[theshalesky]

spellcasting isn't like academia it's like writing. spellcasting is about saying "you know what would be really fucked up?" and then making it happen anyway. because you can.

#this is probably about dnd but i don't care #i should start posting about magic stuff

[theshalesky]

Okay we all know that describing your mc by using a mirror is so overdone right?

But like- in my current wip i do make my mc look at herself in the mirror towards the beginning. But she doesn't describe the way she looks, not even her hair color. Just a quick look at her clothes, and that's it.

Idk if readers will think that's weird, but i find it kind of funny.

#gotta subvert those expectations #and when i do describe her it's in a way that feels more natural #(and yes i partly post this to motivate myself to finally finish that damn thing lmao) #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #current wip #writing trope #fmc #writer stuff #writerscommunity

[theshalesky]

me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive

#sometimes it's the opposite #but yeah writing can really make you go back and forth between “i'm a god” and “i'm shit”

[theshalesky]

now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck

#was going to reblog this on main but you know what #this is part of the “i'd rather be in a story” thing #in stories living is aesthetic. real life doesn't have these cool things #my life wouldn't exactly be better if i could hang out on a rooftop but it would still be #to quote op #cool as fuck

[theshalesky]

My fate was sealed long before i was born. Not by some god or prophet, but by someone just as human as you and me. At least, he was human at the time.

This hasn't always been a meticulous plan. The root of it all was a tragedy - grief, anger, more sorrow than anyone should have to bear. Maybe it was his fault. Maybe it wasn't. It's easy to say that he could have avoided it, could have chosen another path, and spared us all so much pain.

But maybe fate had always planned this after all.

#i'm a sucker for “the whole plot happened because of one little tragedy” #wanted to write this as a general trope but i think people who know will recognize it #yes this is basically once upon a time #and also inspired by the magnus archives but i don't know what jonah's deal is yet #if he has a tragic backstory or not #ouat #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writing trope #character tropes #doomed by the narrative #ouat rumple #writers and poets

[theshalesky]

i hope you write (i hope we both write)

[theshalesky]

THE SAD MEN CULT

I am in a cult unaware of its existence

A cult formed from hopelessness and pain dripping misery

We are what remains after failure

A group of people living off the world

Feeding of what is left of other peoples joy and happiness

Life is cruel as we all know

Devistatenly so

It misguides you with hope

Watching you waste your time and your life

Until you are old and wrinkled from sorrow of disappointment

We need to cry

As the tears in our hearts drips into our throats

We taste the saltiness

We feel the bitterness

Aren't we all just a bitter mess

Please leave us

We are exhausted

We are kind but we have suffered

We are living on a thin thread

And we are Living in morbidness

Life has failed us

And it overlookes our agony

Our mouths are dry

Our lips are cracked

We are dehydrated and no one cares

We are starving and people are stealing our scraps

Our endurance is dwindling

We have been wronged and no one is concerned

We are here but not seen

We walk but our footsteps are never heard

As we move, bare feet still so tender although wounded

We are the cries you here in the middle of the night

We are the ones who appreciate the hugs we are so rarely given

We are as we are

Sad and tired

Missing the days that live in our memories

Memories that fill us up with nolstagia

Because at least then we were happy

Now we are as we are

We are remainants of failure

And the pillars of saddness

#not really me but gotta support moot poetry