Apr 15
Dido
DIDO
in which there is doomed yuri at taco bell.
CWs: ptsd, referenced murder/death
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Dido
DIDO
in which there is doomed yuri at taco bell.
CWs: ptsd, referenced murder/death
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pavement prayers
the pavement's sharp bite - gravel rough on skin like unwanted teeth. 'tis how she felt? an ugly hand dealt, body swallowed beneath, silent plea an awful din. god cruelly delights - strong soldier, hollow grin. blood makes a haloed wreath, feelings can't be dwelt as wanted lover knelt roving touch, death bequeaths. copper tastes o' sweet sin, life's worth the fight.
original work by me @saintediaz and ib. @soliadiaz's amazing poetry!
// I inhale. I exhale. and in between that breath I want, and I want, and I want
9.30.2021: on myself
transcript.
i am typing out, for the millionth time, haha sorry i’m shit at small talk! or ajskdjks i sure know how to kill a conversation and it is such a tiresome thing, apologizing for being myself. i have always felt the need to, simply because it’s me and i am not good or perfect so i owe the world an apology. because i do not know how to read the room and i am anxious over every little thing. because every time i am close to saying anything of true meaning i always have to thin my soul out with water, dilute it so it is not too strong. i am tired to lightening myself. (askskjsjs anyway. it’s not really that important, i am typing. i have been kept awake by this thought for the past two nights.)
i think it does truly boil down to that it is me, not anyone else. it is me and i am not funny or charismatic i owe people something, simply for not being more than perfect. because i am not effortless. because all i do is try and try and try. (because it is me and i am afraid of offering only myself because why would anyone want just me? i need to give something else. so i can be wanted.)
but when the laughter stops, i don’t think any of them will be there for me.
She is dead. Almost certainly dead. Nearly conclusively dead. She is, at the very least, not answering her telephone.
CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE, from Radiance.
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question for all my fic writers out there? out of curiosity are you neurdivergent and what is your writing style like?
because i think i am realizing that the reason i like a floating pov and a non linear narrative so much (even from my Gifted Child TM go-write-a-dean-koontz-novel-and-make-this-family-some-money) days is because i was so ADHD as hell that trying to get my brain to understand the Concept Of Time just killed any creativity or drive i had.
How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?
KELLY LINK, from ‘The Constable of Abal’.