Nazia's Writing Dump

notice how men feminine enough to be mistaken for women are a staple in much media but women masculine enough that they get mistaken for dudes are rare precious gems. just another one of life's little cruelties

“if you love this character then you must make her happy in your fics, right?” wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately

"Oh it's too grotesque!!" Fuck yoi I'm gonna write about how I crave intimacy and hate it at the same time and use fruit as a metaphor in an even more grotesque way

We need more women characters who are Male Protagonists. You know. Slightly haggard. She's splashing cold water on her face and gripping the edge of the sink staring in the mirror for a minute. She's coping badly with her deadwife

Theres a certain sadness in your eyes that only poetry could name and a heaviness to your soul that I couldn’t weigh in the palms of my hands

There's something in the way you look down first, when someone says your name, like it's a battle and you have to put your armor on first. Something in the way you still look like you're frowning when you're smiling, like it's a mask you've yet to grow into. Something in the way your words sound more like sighs whenever you're the first to speak, like you've done it to many times over to care anymore. Like no one's reached out to you of their own accord.

you're literally so based for this

to be honest, I stole some lines from a poem I wrote a long while ago

I read this (a poem that I’ve completely rewritten) and went “hm. Fascinating. Kill it, squire.”

so many of my poems remain unpublished for that sole reason 😭

Theres a certain sadness in your eyes that only poetry could name and a heaviness to your soul that I couldn’t weigh in the palms of my hands

There's something in the way you look down first, when someone says your name, like it's a battle and you have to put your armor on first. Something in the way you still look like you're frowning when you're smiling, like it's a mask you've yet to grow into. Something in the way your words sound more like sighs whenever you're the first to speak, like you've done it to many times over to care anymore. Like no one's reached out to you of their own accord.

you're literally so based for this

to be honest, I stole some lines from a poem I wrote a long while ago

I didn't publish this on my writing blog because it's kinda a mess. But i didn't want to edit it either, because of how raw "the mess" feels.

Okay, I did say all that ↑. But upon a re-read, this isn't all that "messy".

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god