J✬DE

This blog is for all my writing! I am lesbian, genderfluid, American, and very woke (half joking).

I will be posting my OC's, some parts of the book I'm writing, questions I have, short stories, poems, rants/essays about opinions I have, pinterest photos I find cute (w/credit), or random aesthetic thoughts.

I'm trying to use this to share my writing because I'm too embarrassed to show my friends, but I want to show the work I'm proud of. So obviously the best thing to do is look for random stanger's approval. I'm hoping to be able to use my creative juices here and have fun!

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The lack of reading is a huge part of the decline in media (and normal) literacy. But it's not the only thing making the generation "dumber". It's the lack of genuine art. Art holds many things and meanings within itself. Not only teaching lessons but also things you might like to do. It gives people more experience with parts of life they might be aware of yet. It also forces you to think outside of what you thought before.

The waterfall doesn't flow unless it overfills

It wishes to flow into the lake below and to be free

But the water that comes out only overwhelms and spills

It makes a mess that the waterfall can't prevent

The grass can't handle the water that comes in large amounts

The grass says that it can and it will relent

But at the end of the day

The waterfall will still hold it in

And the grass will still be hurt from the spray

I'm getting older, time is passing

I still wish to stay in my dark days

To continue having this friend I call aching

Medication and therapy is making me better

Some days I feel like it was just thorns

Some days I feel like it was just a flower

A flower that smelt like my own agonizing home

One where I felt like the sun will burn me if I got close

It felt like I was becoming my own special biome

I'm aware that staying will be thwarting

But it still hurts to think that my friend will be gone

My friend who I'm now forced to be aborting

To be happy, to be well

It's all a really hard thing to allow

The petals will become be all soft and pastel

As I get older I realize that I can't keep going

I need to let to let myself grow up to the sun

Stuck in the forever loop of :

"OH I COOKED"

And

"Oh... I'm cooked..."

I looked up and I saw the light of god punish me for all of my sins and my thoughts. It was bright, I couldn't move away, I didn't want to. It hurt, yet it felt so warm

(I looked up and the sun was directly in my eyes but the bus was at a stop light.)

When you can't draw, you refuse to use ai, and you don't really know much about what the side couple in your book looks like.

So you just make them look like Izzy Roland and Brennan Lee Mulligan.

I JUST REALIZED MY FORMATTING SUCKS ON PHONE!!

I wanted it to cover the page, not have a whole separate line continue it. Lesson learned, if I ever want to show the final product, download pdfs on my laptop.

"I am having such a good day, only small cramps."

I say as I remember the horrors.

The blood that filled my eyesight.

The smell of iron.

The pain in my stomach.

It hurt and made my stomach coil in pain. Regrets filled my head, wanting to go to the doctors sooner, wanting to not see this anymore.

".... NOOOOOOOOO"

I say with complete and utter pain. Sadness filled my voice as I continues.

... I am.... on my period

Does anyone else impulsively add new ideas to your writing thinking that ur cooking so hard... and then you process you'll need to edit the rest of it to match your impulsive idea.

Me rn. There's a whole new character that's supposed to be literal best friends with the MC, and a whole ass friendship necklace... commitment sucks.

Cicadas live a long time

Cicadas live maybe 13 years with so little distrest

Being young and naive for most of their life

Not being able to grow up to become the best

Trees live for many years

Growing to the sky while living in a dying world

Not being able to shed any tears

Cicadas don't know this though, just using the trees

Just feeding and not giving anything back

Repeating until winter comes, and the sap will freeze

I don't wish to be reborn into either of these

But I know based off my choices in my life now

Cigarettes, listening to lesbian yearning songs, being surrounded with candles, and hoping she'll text me back.

I’M OUT OF MY DEPRESSIVE EPISODE

Good news: I'm happy and have motivation

Bad news: That means my writing is going to be dog shit

I spaced out and came back with 5 pages written.

What's worse? I actually cooked better than when I was thinking about how to continue earlier. Why do I write the best when I don't think :')