i am siezed. i am free.

     !!! so everything in my life has been sorted out and i’m back onto a regular schedule and things are looking up and i want to WRITE

     FOR THE TIME BEING, i will be on my fran bow account. to anyone who wants to contact me there, dm me.

     his expression is almost poignant. STILLNESS reaches for his voice & held it to the depths of his chest. a SUNBEAM of grins had composed itself to barely a glimmer, a turn of the corners of his lips, before settling for a line.     ‘ what i have learned, ‘     the god speaks, singed edges of contempt burning at the borders of his voice,     ‘ is that mere men mock & dismiss gods, until the dire moment when they need them. ‘     WORN LUNGS, how they fill, seams stretching & contorting to allow an extraneous breath ( WHY DOES HE BREATHE, GUIDE FOR THE DEAD, MESSENGER OF HIGHER? TO FEEL HUMAN? )

     ISOLATION.     — he finds comfort in knowing that he will have people to return to. there was a moment after his father’s UNFORTUNATE death that he accepted loneliness ( FOR HIS FATHER LET DEVIL’S ICHOR RUN THROUGH HIS COURSE VEINS AND HIS HANDS NEVER QUITE WERE LEFT WITHOUT BLOOD, BUT HIS LABORED BREATHS STILL VERIFIED THE LIVING STILL SURROUNDED MERCURY ).     he does not remember being alone. he will be UNCOMFORTABLE, PARANOID, ANXIOUS. though, specifically, the moment he discovers he is alone will be his end. no EMERALD, no CINDER, just he and his body that seemed to never shake off exhaustion. his family, no longer within his grasp, the only sound he will hear being his own blood rushing in his ears, and when he turns he will not see them.     THIS will be his breaking point.

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?

@parasoso

      OH, HE WAS NOT A DRINKER. liquor’s scent that glazed over his fingertips had not passed chapped lips, inebriation an experience not yet felt. BUT LO, her laughter ! honey-soaked hymns that wrapped his body in warmth, & he thinks, IF I COULD SOMEHOW TRAP HER LAUGHTER IN A GLASS BOTTLE, CAPPED WITH A CORK & KEPT TO MYSELF, I WOULD GET DRUNK ON IT EVERY NIGHT I LIVED. a tongue best kept betwixt is cheeks, for he was never funny ; he has created no jokes ( though what did she find humorous? ) & for a moment, his world tilts. a push had sent his vision off its axis, his thin shoulder pinned against the wall. ( & STILL, HER LAUGHTER SENT SHIVERS DOWN HIS SPINE. ) before his knowledge spread its thin fingers, he was grinning, a mere simper in the light of her BEAM.     ‘ WHAT? all i was doing was sitting there, n’ the duck comes out of LEFT FIELD to ATTACK ME ! ‘

     like this for a starter tomorrow. unfortunately, life has been turning me on my head lately, so i haven’t been around, but i’ll be on tomorrow.

     i have a life outside of tumblr, miraculously. i have school, friends, sports, etc. things more important than tumblr. but with this comes stress, and the way i like to release this is through writing. i love writing. i love making original content. but if you’re like me and you’ve read a multitude of author’s works, you find a pattern, almost a signature, in their writing. over time, i had a pattern, completely unique to me. i still do, and i’m proud of this. i love it when i write something that’s to my liking. you can pull the ‘you can’t own words’ argument on me. no, i can’t. but i have my writer’s pattern. the way i write, completely unique to me, like i said. and when you do steal this, fuck you. i’ve seen it happen way too many times. you are not original. i pour my heart into my writing, and i see people steal the style out from under my feet and GET AWAY WITH IT. i give my best and they get away with some bootlegged style of my writing. you can write a book about a boy who lives in a corrupt family to find out he was a wizard and a part of a prophecy, and you can say it’s original, but it’s harry potter. you can’t steal work and dub it yours. this work is fucking mine. do not steal it. ‘ oh, but it’s just a few words !! ‘ yes, that i get. but using terms i created, sentence flow styles in script, down to the fucking way i have my character SPEAK, FUCK YOU. leave my fucking blog and find some originality. THIS CHARACTER PORTRAYAL IS MINE. GOOD. FUCKING. BYE.

     like this for a starter tomorrow. unfortunately, life has been turning me on my head lately, so i haven’t been around, but i’ll be on tomorrow.

     like this for a starter tomorrow. unfortunately, life has been turning me on my head lately, so i haven’t been around, but i’ll be on tomorrow.