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You are my hell and high waters  the reason I reach the sea  unfathomably deep that swallows me shallowly like waves  waves that lap up sand it cannot reach  You are the trenches  my mariana, who holds  not what she knows of but everything meant  to be explored  It’s an exposition  an incomprehension  our love a ballad a mozart, all the same

I have done it again as Sylvia Plath would say- One year in every ten I manage it Yet the tulips have never excited me There is a fate in those- in those putrid little buds A sort of crawling malice peeking out of the ground that I crave to ensnare To capture to wither to lay bare all of my- all of this monstrous loathing I wallow in it as if I’m up to my elbows in it Sinking and…

i read your notes sometimes and it really helps to hear that a writer i admire also struggles to get stuff out. i really wanted to know, when you're struggling, do you force yourself to keep writing, or what do you do?

last question. do you ever edit your work?

First off, thank you so much!!!! On a good day I’m able to sit down and write whatever comes to mind, but sometimes it’s spacey, and it does take me a few days or weeks to even finish something (or give up entirely). If I’m not overthinking I’ll be able to dish something out in a few hours, but that’s rare for me now honestly. But really, I think going off the rails is normal because I tend to do that with almost all of my works, I think I had something in mind and it starts off that way, but by the time I finish it it’s nowhere near what I was planning on.

Surprisingly I don’t force myself to write. I had a tendency when I was on a high and first started getting comments and kudos, that I should keep the works coming because that’s what people wanted. But then I look back at those works and don’t care for them at all (but I would never delete them, all of my fics are my babies). So that really made me sit back and enjoy my own process. Not everything has to be rushed, and I think that’s what helped me the most!

And OOOOOOOFF (BIG OOF) I try to edit my work as best as I can but I’m a firm believer in just giving up and posting so I like living on the edge like that. I really admire writers that have a beta in their life, I’m sure it makes it 10x easier 😭

As always, mind the tags. Also let me know how you feel about it! Hope you enjoy <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63228079

You must have had some sort of elixir on your tongue  witchery in your veins to make me lose control as I’ve had it’s been imagery of your fingertips on my skin your tongue ghosting my lips  petal soft memories of your body etched on mine  I have not a thought but you 

You remind me of memories of emeries leaves clouding less of the trees  they cover the soil the shards that we walk on they make up dust matted pines little tracks that follow you in white it is air and you flow with wind you are saintly