#liftedsail

i love writing angst. like tbh my biggest thing is that i’m always awful to all of my characters & if you write with me for long enough i’ll probably start throwing angsty headcanons at you all the time. i just find that it’s a style that i write well (i wrote like 4k words the other day just for funsies & my two friends who read it can attest that i’m good w the angst). i mainly like angst bc i feel like it gives your characters a chance to grow a lot and for you as a writer to really get a feel for their personality - like... you find out what their fears are, maybe things that you never thought about.

Usually I just??? Like I really try to think positively. I go down the line of all the things I’m thankful for and all the positive things in my life until I’m content. Then I think of the things/people that make me happiest & then I try to think optimistically about the future and try to think of the things I can do in my life now to further how I want my future to go & basically remind myself that things all have their place & good or bad it’s all for a reason u kno?

like, when i grocery shop, no matter how much money i have or how little groceries i am always terrified i’m not gonna have enough so i have a little bit of a freak out in line. its hard for me but i’m trying to get past it and learn healthy ways to deal with it. 

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*cries* ur blog is such goals ?? this means so much … *gulp* can we Do something … please … i’ll shave my right eyebrow for a thread with someone as quality as you!

@liftedsail. “ jesus, ” a cigarette hangs limp between the sigh that pushes through lazy lips as ringed fingers finally loosen their grip around the diameter of a ballpoint pen. there’s an incredulous roll of hazel hues that precedes the sound of plastic striking glass as frances glares down at the scrappy envelope inked with lengthy addition and subtraction problems that he’s been working nonstop for the past thirty or so minutes to calculate and recalculate their financial situation. “ you gotta give it to us for making it this far, baby, i mean ... ” head shakes half-heartedly before the boy supplies lungs with a drag of nicotine and shortly takes the fag from petals in between two fingers to chuckle out a puff of smoke. “ but this time i think we’re ––– really fucked. ”

tear-stained eyes linger on the ground, hands stuffed in pockets before she’s standing at their familiar door. each fight between her and her significant other kept getting worse and worse, and nothing made it better except for the person behind the door. anita’s small fist pounds on the door, sniffling and wiping away her tears.