The Urge To Read Everything

the urge to read everything

looking for mutuals ! if you are/like anything of this, let's be friends <3

writers

readers, book lovers-bookworms

classics lovers

autumn people

summer & spring people

pinterest, aesthetics, playlists people

photography

animals! dog lovers, animal lovers, all kinds of animals.

the sea. the woods. the fields. nature.

circus (idk would be cool)

passionate (passionate about anything, the most bizarre thing? if u love it i love it, follows your passions? yeah)

let's find our people and new friends.

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.

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 legend says that if a writer sheds tears in what they write, those tears will reach whoever reads it.

i don't know who needs to hear this, but 'perfect' writing is a trap. all writing is subjective. what we create today, we may see as flawed tomorrow. what we see as flawed today, we may see as perfect tomorrow.

writing is the act of transmuting the human experience through words. and the human experience? it's a messy, chaotic thing filled with rough edges and uneven lines and mistakes and failures. you can erase all of that. you can. but then you're left with something sterile and artificial. you've effectively squeezed the soul out of your work, and i can think of nothing less appealing.

this isn't to say don't edit your work. please do. but keep it within reason, and make sure you're moving forward and not backward. momentum is key.

don't sit on an idea for three decades waiting for that dance with inspiration, or that dynamite first line, or that eureka plot twist, or the words to flow like magic from your fingertips. because it won't happen. and if it does, it'll strike like lightning and disappear twice as fast. the only surefire way to finish a story is to start.

so write. for the love of god, just write.

along the way, things will fall in line. i promise. and if they don't? then they already have. the magic of art is that everything we create is a snapshot of who we are at the time of creation. it's like a time capsule of human experience, and there's a beauty in that authenticity-- in the mistakes we make and the wrong turns we take. don't run from them. embrace them.

let their lessons flow through you and channel them into something tangible. if it's hard, then start with one word and keep going. don't erase it. don't start over. don't let yourself believe your story isn't worth telling because if you don't tell it, then no one else will. and that'd be a damn shame.

so one word a day. one sentence a week.

whatever it takes.

it might be tough letting go of the idea of perfect. silencing your inner editor. your inner critic. it might be tough realizing that your story will never meet your standards, not completely, but it won't be half as tough as looking back and wondering where all the days, weeks, and years went; that in the pursuit of perfection, you forgot to ever write a story at all.

so leave perfect behind. readers don't want it. why would they? they can't possibly relate to perfect-- none of us can.

instead, give readers a window to your imagination, stormclouds and all. you'll be surprised by how many stick around for the rain, how many relish the sound of your thunder, and how many cherish the worlds that only you could bring to life.