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The day the rains came
I exclaimed it to my grandma
Whom was sitting with me watching a movie
I drive home in the rain grateful
I walk through it wondering where it’s been
I listen to it pang on the roof like a long lost lullaby
And besides being a song by Jane Morgan
A vinyl hanging on my wall
It was a day I celebrated
As if it were the last
The day the rains came
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I DID IT. AFTER 3 YEARS OF RADIO SILENCE, WRITER'S BLOCK AND HEALTH BATTLES I WROTE
One chapter of a Deltarune fanfic on ao3! 🎉
I'm writing again ya'll, yippee!! I'll make a whole link post later :P
We are so back
GUYS GUYS HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!!
I'M WRITING THAT STUPID SATTRA FIC AGAIN
I've got this idea in my mind, this itch in my skin-
It's been years since I last wrote anything, I don't know if I'm more afraid or excited because of it.
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I am finally writing for myself again after nearly 8 months and it feels good. Even if I'm on my usual angsty writing bs, it feels good.
Is this love?
I had a dream last night, and in it, you said; “I broke all the rules, but the first one I broke for you.” I don’t know what that means.
I miss the dream where you were on top of me, choking and choking til the pain behind my eyes was too much and the lights flickered out. I miss the dreams where all I wanted was for you to kill me.
It’s me and my deep, gnawing-burning-rotting pit of shame again. That’s why I’m writing this, and why I’m having to justify to myself the fact that I’m writing this. I don’t know what the hell to say anymore, most days. I want to rip out my heart and lungs, swallow a bottle of pills, cry on the floor. “Boys don’t cry.” What about men? Is it okay now, that I’m not a kid, and I have to live in the real world? Can you I there? Can anyone?
Welcome To My Blog!
Hi, everyone my name is Scarlett I am 24, and now that I am out of grad school I want to get back into writing.
I am a bit rusty so please bear with me. Most of my fics will be reader insert, afab most likely.
My inbox is always open!
I will start putting out summaries tomorrow. I am starting small and will expand on characters I write for as time goes on :)
