#lyralit

I want to love you.

I think I can love you?

Let me love you.

I loved you.

I would love you.

I can try to love you.

I used to know how to love you (I don't anymore)

I still love you.

Do you love me?

Can you try to love me?

I can't stop loving you.

Let me try to love you.

I think I can love you.

I think I can try (to love you).

Do you still love me?

Did you ever love me?

I don't think I could ever love you.

Don't let me love you.

I gave up (loving you).

You made me love you.

water!! or a pretty drink to keep you motivated as you work

a comfy blanket or stuffed animal to keep you company

shoes, for when you go outside and touch grass after realizing it's been three days and you have 500 words

a nice-smelling candle, unless you're prone to leaving them to explode in the other room

(technically 4b) a fire extinguisher

snacks for energy and because you deserve them!

a book, for when you run into a writing slump and need inspiration

a movie, for the same reasons as above but maybe you're a little bit lazier (it's okay)

a pillow for naps to give you energy

a change of clothes because maybe you write better not in pjs

treats for when you accomplish something you're proud of (that can be as simple as just starting)

a trash bag for your red pens, because this is writing season and not editing season

headphones and good music

random number generator from 1 - 20. whatever it lands on, add that character to your plotline

fairy that collects vintage fingernails

space guard orc with a soft spot for teen flicks

overzealous evil senator

twins that start conversations out loud and end them in their heads

found family between a space barbarian grandparent and a polygot chicken

a baker who only speaks in riddles

dogman

a mute writer

enemies linked to each other (one gets hurt, so does the other)

a companion turtle whose only vowel is "o" (most of their vocabulary is "oh no!")

pixie backseat driver

sunglasses + flipflops wearing ancient wizard

magistrate who is able to talk out of any situation

witch who treats every potion like a chemistry class (counts the molecules in each bottle)

witch who throws in a random ingredient every time (think "george's marvellous medicine")

child who has never seen a narwhal before, only heard of them in stories (lots of pointing and "oh, it's that! isn't it!")

skinny quarterback who can take down a whole team

human-alien alien translator who only knows Ancient Greek

guy who breaks into houses, steals their items, and replaces them with nicer ones

took a miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

but I've seen this episode and still loved the show

this ain't the chelsea hotel, we're modern idiots

left all these broken parts // told me I'm better off // but I'm not

down bad, waking up in blood // staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

& I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

I learned these people try and save you // 'cause they hate you

scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer

at the park where we used to sit on childrens' swings // wearing imaginary rings

barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine // well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time

love left me like this and I don't want to exist // so take me to Florida

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean // don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

he had a halo of the highest grade // he just hadn't met me yet

dancing phantoms on the terrace // are they second-hand embarrassed // that I can't get out of bed? // 'cause something counterfeit's dead

our field of dreams, engulfed in fire // your arson's match, your somber eyes

you're the loss of my life

breaking down, I hit the floor // all the pieces of me shattering as the crowd was chanting "more!"

'cause once your queen had come // you treat her like an also-ran // you didn't measure up // in any measure of a man

he jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an "e"

it's hell...on...earth...to...be...heeeaaveeenlyyyy

running through the rain and friends not shrinking away at a hug

pressed flowers on the windowsill

legs tangled into each other, living quietly in each others' presence

raised brows of acknowledgement in the hallways

curved smiles and side looks

falling into a system without needing to speak

late nights and eager whispers

blasting an album you've tried before, disliked, and now love

late nights and early mornings but with a sense of purpose

talking to strangers over little things you love

seeing your friends do well

talking to an old friend you haven't spoken to in a while

finding conversation where you couldn't before

letting go of feelings and letting whatever comes your away come gently

starting to anticipate things again