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✧ UNSPLASH COLLECTION 066 — BY EVANSYHELP.
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the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”
— Viv Albertine
my least favorite part about cyberpunk is not being able to romance takemura.
disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:
getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together
curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again
— YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES against the hot stage lights and breathe in adrenaline-soaked air. all you feel is fear, but you can’t allow yourself to be you at the moment. instead, you must slip into the skin of another, a character created over five hundred years ago. “in troy, there lies the scene.” your voice, shakespeare’s words. you chance a glance stage right. fourteen of your peers wait solemnly, curt nods urging you on.
your director, orson hobbs, waits beside them. his gaze pierces. his eyes unpeel you slowly, searching for every hairline fracture, every wisp of a flaw. he enjoys the art of tearing apart and remaking people. later, you think, he will pull you aside and rip you to shreds. perfection, he says, demands cruel management.
what you don’t know, what no one knows, is that there is no “later” for orson hobbs. by night’s end, he will be tangled in a shakespearean plot of his own. no one, not even police, will be able to discern the full story; but when his body is found the next morning, there can be no question that he was murdered.
murdered, perhaps, by the very students he worked so hard to teach.
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Trying to write more often is self-care. We write because we love it. Let's not make it a chore.
There is more to writing than getting words on the page. Research, plotting, outlining, daydreaming, making moodboards... all that is writing.
Not being able to write some days is NOT failure. Breaks are essential to refill your creative energy. Maybe just listen to your writing playlist and relax a bit or read a book or watch a show that inspires you.
Word counts are not absolute. If you realize you can't achieve your word count in the set timeframe, revise it. It's NOT failure, it's being efficient and aware of your own energy.
Be kind to yourself. Not finishing your goal is okay. Just engage with your creativity. Your mental health is more important.