luiza studart

me:

me: ok but hear me out, i wrote 700 pages about heartbreak, death, ancient magic and gays with too many feelings. added some archetypes-psychology vibe that burn from the inside out and there you have it

therapist:

me:

therapist: tell me about your family

me to anyone who asks "are you okay?" these days

the kind I crawl out of in pieces

than spend one more day pretending half-feelings are enough.”

i’ve been writing this book for what feels like forever.

not cause it's been YEARS, but cause those scenes and pages have seen parts of me that i hate, parts that i love, parts that i had forgotten and parts that i didn't even know were there.

(these past few years? intense. let's just leave it at that)

honestly, it started off as an AU from whatever shit i've been dealing with.

a place to hide from reality, from myself, from my own feelings - you know, those you try so hard to pretend that are not real?

i didn’t mean for it to become a world, or a love story, or a war between different parts of myself.

but it did.

there are archetypes. there’s magic that reacts to emotion.

there’s chaos that hums like a living thing.

and a girl who loves and breaks people she cares about in the same intensity.

so, this is a bookmark.

for me.

in case i forget that this story exists outside my head.

and maybe… if someone stumbles across it eventually —

hi. welcome.