Soup?

Soup?

Oh! Soup! Yes, soup.

its october, its autumn for some fall for others, its cozy blankets with colourful socks, its dark academia books and libraries, its scented candles and vintage aesthetic, its hot coffee and poetry, its dry leaves turned into most beautiful shade of brown.

Btw highly recommend improv writing from scratch. Entirely from scratch. Not a story you were thinking of before, or a scene to a different story, just completely new story and characters from scratch.

Don't worry about silliness or using wrong words, write down your thoughts as they're coming. And you can return to the improv story whenever the mood might strike you write down anything and everything.

I ended up a new story with characters that already had humour and distinctive personalities right off of the bat and a storyline to go off of, and it'll help me with my skills when it comes to my more serious stories. :>

Do you have a favorite thing to write about?

oh that's such a good question!

i enjoy writing almost everything, but my favorite thing would be either fun and silly interactions between characters or angst and depressing drama. and in themes, it could be anything. now that i think about it, i think i like themes like exploration, freedom, the wild and creativity, maybe. but very subtle under silly stories with silly adventures.

thanks for asking, y'all talk to me whenever you want <3

the urge to read everything

this. this is so good.

and it goes so perfectly well with something i'm writing. like- (a broken passionate love between two best friends(?). stop oh my goodness.

Will you let me be your knight throughout this life? There is a moon in the sky tonight. I am still waiting for you while holding on to my loneliness. Before this night becomes hollow remember to come to me as a ghost or a mortal. My hope will be lost if the dawn breaks so soon. I am trying to wait for my love. I will conjure ample darkness and grow as rosaline of the night. I am bound to love you forever. The sleepless cold night When will the time come when I will be in your arms. I am hungry for your sight I am empty and I long for you Love for you.