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Last night I had a revelation. I saw it all, the way I am, the reason for my existence. I am the link, between the universe in which we are and the future that we could be. I see everything; the beginnings, the ends, the space where nothing exists and the future that lies ahead. I see the possibilities, both good and bad, the reason for everything and anything. I am the connection between these two ethers of reality.
My struggle lies in the inability to translate what I know into an idea that people can see and understand. I know I am a link between these planes of existence and the branches that connect these worlds, but I can’t even begin to fathom how I can utilize this tool I’ve been given.
Where should I put my energy? Is it art, music, writing, a creative outlet? Is it science, math, physics, the study of the world around? Should I help people, use my empathy for the good of the world? How do I know where to put my strength to allow the world to see the things I see?
-Excerpts From My Stupid Brain, Revelation in E minor, 2024
“Monster’s Web” - original art by Kat E 🫥
“Eternal Ties” - original art by Kat E 🫥
She felt overwhelmed at that moment. The overflowing love and warmth in her body coated her being in a sense of joy and happiness. It was as if the moment he pulled her back to his body, she knew he would never let her go. He pulled her back and kissed her, deeply. A kiss that conveyed more than words could in that moment.
It was odd, she always felt that words could say more than most other things. Words could bring reality to the pain she felt, to the hurt she endured. But this was different, this feeling was unlike any she had ever experienced with anyone ever. It was new, frighteningly safe, and overwhelmingly warm; a comfort in a person she had never known until now. A safe space in someone she had felt long ago was familiar, and never really got to know until about two and a half years ago.
The love and endearment she felt towards this person, it was amazingly clear, sound. She understood this person as well as she understood the back of her hand; and she stared deeply in his eyes every morning and evening. To love another soul so deeply was risky and vulnerable. But that’s the thing right? When you fall, there’s no coming back. You only have down to go, and once you are at the bottom, you are either alone and wondering how to move forward in the darkness; or cushioned by a soft embrace, one that is never to be experienced again in this life or another.
“To the one who takes my soul, forever yours”, by Kat E🫥
“Latina”, 2018 by Norman Engel
You can learn quite a bit about what is going on in someone’s head. You just have to stop and listen. It’s so important to listen when someone, someone you love is talking. Be present, see the way they crinkle their nose and smile awkwardly. See their gestures, facial expressions, and body language. By existing in a space with them and absorbing their actions and how they present themselves, you’d be surprised what you learn. And just watch how much your feelings turn to love, and appreciation.
Loving is amazing; endearment, adoration, gentleness, caring for a person or being so entirely with a ferocity that is endless. I could love a thousand people a million different ways and never stop learning who that soul is and what their beauty lies in.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Listen, 2024
Mihaïl Zablodsky
"The Fatigue"
Imagine, can’t you see it? The beginning of everything. Nothingness, darkness, an empty space of possibility. And then what happened, can picture it now? The void became an opportunity. It’s important to remember that it didn’t happen all at once. That is the human in us to forget that these things take time. We always want perfection to exist now, to be instant. But it’s a process, a curve, a journey.
And just look around now. Do you see the wonderful things we have been given because of how patient we were? The wind rustling through the green grasses, sun shining on the clear water as it laps at the warm, soft sand of land. The trees that grew from the Earth, the abundance of fauna and flora, all existing in this vacuum as we glide through time on a massive rock. To think, we’ve come this far in our existence.
But you must not forget, as many of us do, it’s quite possibly only the beginning. There is so much we have to do, things we can accomplish, places we can go and lives we can change. And then, maybe then, you’ll see where we are going and what the end looks like. Oh but isn’t that the irony of time; for like celestial clockwork, we are the music of the universe as our concluding notes become a new song.
We are everything, and nothing, and to exist is the absolute best gift we have ever been given.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Oblivion of Our Humanity, 2024
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T H E O R I G I N A L S
↳ Warm-Blooded (oc-centric series <4 books>, father & daughter duo pov)
H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N
↳ A Dragon’s Touch (oc-centric longfic, au, medium-burn, targaryen/dornish mixed!bastard X oc!targaryen prince)
T W I L I G H T
↳ Something About You (oc-centric longfic, college-setting, slight au, slow-burn for now, black!oc X seth clearwater <aged-up ofc> — coming soon )
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Back from my writing break. Currently writing and preparing updates.
dividers credited to @anitalenia
POV: the shitty book you started writing three years ago is actually pretty good now but it would be so much better as an animated series but you are broke, fifteen , and have none of the many skills needed to make it happen.
Reading your old diary entries are like swallowing your own vomit.
not an original thought huh
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]
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➺ Introduction :
This book isn’t really a book.
It’s more of a diary, a journal. In this I will simply put not only my opinion but my thoughts, precisely my train of thoughts.
Why you may ask. Simply because thinking is something I do a lot, maybe too much. I am what you may call an over-thinker. Even though most of the time I perceive it as some sort of curse for making me dwell on things too much, I sometimes find myself being impressed by how much one can think, by how one’s mind can go far and fast. So during one of my never ending insomnias I thought, why not write down those thoughts, those things you think or ask yourself about. It might actually help me write better and take away a bit of the burden that are those overwhelming thoughts, and maybe someone, like you dear reader, might relate to the things I write. Therefore I decided to give it a shot and simply put my mind into words, or at least I’ll try.
I don’t wish to speak too long in this introduction for fear of boring away some potential readers, not that I really care if actual people are going to read this or not, but I do have two more things to add.
First, I feel like I have to precise that I have not been an English speaker since birth. It’s a uselessly complicated way to say that I am still in the process of learning this language but I love it and I feel much more at ease writing in this universal language than my mother tongue. So my bad if I make some mistakes I try to proof read as much as I can usually but because I think in this journal I’ll just write as it comes I might make more mistakes that I might not see.
And finally, I simply wanted to address the meaning of the title. I always struggle to find titles for my books and novels, so most of the time I settle for something a bit abstract but still linked to the matter at hand.
Consequently, I decided to title this (whatever this is) ‘𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬’ because in French those flowers are named ‘Pensées’ which also means ‘thoughts’.
I originally thought of a word play with ‘forget me not’ and ‘forget me notes’ because I personally write a lot of what's on my mind in the notes app on my phone... Am I the only one to do that?... Anyway…
To conclude, as I said somewhere above, I don’t really care if nobody actually ends up reading this, I might even keep it to myself, but if you are really there my dear reader and it is not myself reading this page over and over again in order to find a reason to do something about this manuscript, I hope you will enjoy this, whatever this is, and if you don’t I hope at least I will enjoy it.
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🔺Original work, please do not steal or copy. Thanks.🔺
The Blaze Behind the Door
A Keystroke made, a memory created.
Beyond the pixels a connection is born,
Kindled between two, but not fully reciprocated.
Time's arrow marches forward, and a spark is ignited,
A passion beyond anything felt before.
If only I could have seen the fire,
The blaze behind the door.
Memories of happiness flood the open room,
thrashing, crashing without care or direction.
empty promises made to bring the calm to the raging waves.
promises of hope, of peace and affection.
The waves grow louder, harsher and cold,
As scars are made, and composures fold.
The fire burns brighter, being forgotten and ignored,
The raging ember, the blaze behind the door.
Wood crackles and withers, as the door collapses,
Screams echoed, pleasant memories burn to steam
the pressure building, the fire too hot, I can't take this anymore
I stand there idle. My heart wailing "Where did I go wrong".
The ashen doorway taunts me, as I walk into the flame,
If only I'd put out the fire. The blaze behind the door
missing instagram guides + we heart it.
i know i’m young.. but age is just a number, right?🎀
I want to post excerpts from the book that I’m writing on here so I can get opinions but I don’t want my writing or ideas to get stolen. Does anyone know how to keep that from happening? 😭
See you later. (Number 5)
(My first post on Tumblr! Notes and constructive criticism are welcome, I hope you like it :) )
WARNINGS: Suggestion of violence, kidnapping and also swearing.
1 year.
“You coming out later?”
“Yeah, if I can get away.”
“Heh, okay.”
“Did you see the news?”
“No why?”
“This girl went missing.”
“That’s awful. I hope she’s alright.”
“Yeah, me too.”
…
“See you!”
“See you!”
“See you later.”
7 months.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Where are you?”
“Just running late. Mum made me do the dishes.”
“Oh okay! Anything interesting happen?”
“Yeah actually. She gave me a lecture on being safe when walking alone.”
“Like at night?”
“Just in general I think. She said that I should always be on the phone to someone.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, these two girls where walking together and nobody can find them. It freaked her out.”
“Shit, that’s awful.”
…
“If I need to call someone when walking alone, can I call you?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks.”
“See you!”
“See you!”
“See you later.”
6 weeks.
“Have you done the homework yet?”
“No.”
“Oh shit, me neither.”
“What? I was going to copy off you!”
“I was going to copy off you!”
“What now? I really don’t feel like detention. It’ll be the third one, so we get an hour.”
“But that means that it’ll be dark by the time we can go home!”
“I can’t call you if you’re with me…”
…
“I know somebody who will let us copy. And they’re really smart…”
“Oh thank goodness! Meet you back here at break then?”
“Yeah sure.”
“See you.”
“See you!”
“See you later.”
2 weeks.
“Have you seen the news?”
“No why?”
“Apparently, another girl went missing.”
“Fuck, any idea at all where she is?”
“I don’t know, but it’s pretty scary.”
“Yeah. Like, personally threatening.”
“That makes 4.”
“Yeah.”
“I got to go.”
“See you.”
“See you.”
“See you later.”
60 seconds.
“Hi.”
59 seconds.
“Hey. Are you okay? It’s really late.”
58 seconds.
“I’m fine. I’m walking alone.”
57 seconds.
“At 3 past eleven?!”
56 seconds.
“Yeah…”
55 seconds.
“Why? That’s so dangerous.”
54 seconds.
“I know. I’m going home.”
53 seconds.
“Well that’s something at least.”
52 seconds.
…
51 seconds.
“I’m only 2 blocks away now.”
50 seconds.
“Okay. Hurry up, I don’t want you to die.”
49 seconds.
“I won’t die!”
48 seconds
“Don’t laugh. I’m serious.”
47 seconds.
“So am I.”
46 seconds.
“You obviously have a death wish.”
45 seconds.
“Gosh, you’re tetchy tonight.”
44 seconds.
“What?! What’s that supposed to mean.”
43 seconds.
“You’re being rude to me.”
42 seconds.
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
41 seconds.
“You’re not. But it’s okay.”
40 seconds.
…
39 seconds.
“How far away are you now?”
38 seconds.
“Not far. Like, 5 streets.”
37 seconds.
“That’s not bad.”
36 seconds.
“Heh, I know. You know I’m a fast walker.”
35 seconds.
…
34 seconds.
“What shoes are you wearing?”
33 seconds.
“Heels, why?”
32 seconds.
“You’re out wearing heels at night?!”
31 seconds.
“Yeah, duh.”
30 seconds.
“What if you need to run?”
29 seconds.
“Chill out, I’m about 3 streets away from my house now.”
28 seconds.
“Still. Not your smartest move ever.”
27 seconds.
“Like you can talk Einstein.”
26 seconds.
“Shut up. Just think about those poor 4 other girls.”
25 seconds.
…
24 seconds.
“Oh no.”
23 seconds.
“What’s the matter?”
22 seconds.
“I’ve got to pass an alleyway.”
21 seconds.
“Wait, for real?”
20 seconds.
“Yes, for real!”
19 seconds.
“Okay. Stop for a second.”
18 seconds.
“I’ve stopped. Now what?”
17 seconds
“Are you wearing socks?”
16 seconds.
“No…”
15 seconds.
“Shit. Then you can’t take off your heels.”
14 seconds.
“It’s okay. There’s a bunch of broken glass in the alley anyway.”
13 seconds.
…
12 seconds.
“Right, so, you need to walk straight down the middle.”
11 seconds.
“Why?”
10 seconds.
“So nobody can grab you out of any doors or something.”
9 seconds.
“I can’t, it’s too narrow.”
8 seconds.
“Wait don’t-“
7 seconds.
“I have to. I’ll just make a run for it.”
6 seconds.
“But there must be another way-“
5 seconds.
“There isn’t,”
4 seconds.
“Please!”
3 seconds.
“I’m going-“
2 seconds.
“But-“
1 second.
“I’ll be fine. Look, I’ll see you lat-“
0 seconds.
Call ended.