Thevoidlookedback - Haven’t Done This In A While

A terrible secret

I hear a lot, about people young and old, scared they’ll never find someone who loves them.

I’m scared I’ll never find someone I love. I don’t…like most people. I’m good at socializing, I enjoy being in groups. I love talking to people I disagree with, or find distasteful. There is joy in meeting people who are nothing like you, and finding ways to coexist.

I think I’m broken sometimes. I like “Someone New” by Hozier, because I relate to finding awed love in strangers. I am equally disgusted, appalled, or bored by them. I hate how this sounds. I hate how it looks, staring back at me, pretentious words on paper or screen.

‘Poor little genius can’t get along with people.’

‘God, could you be more of a dick?’

‘What a fucking try-hard.’

I know what I sound like, I do. It doesn’t change it.

I’m tired. I’m lonely. I hope it gets better.

A list of all my short works in one place.

Links to some of my reflective posts! I'll be updating this whenever I post a new one.

The Letter

One Last Time

The Extension

When I First

The one I love the most

Broken vase

The Bus stop

Her

The Puzzle

Glad to bring new posts to the feeding grounds for my (checks stats) 7- no we’re back down to 6-, 6 whole followers!!

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

I’m not writing faerie porn to reinvent the tree of good and evil. If you want to be spoon fed moral purity go read the book about drowning children, God’s Favorite’s enacting horrible crimes out of infantile yearning for power, SA, and thought crime.

now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

“Come back here,” he whimpered threateningly.

Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"

*pops my head into the kitchen* hey so it smells GREAT in here, we have an ETA on table time?

spideypool but wrench and marcus hang on let me cook

The texts I send my friends at 2am.

Franz Kafka, 1912

Sitting here at this table, I watched her work behind the counter. Her eyes travelled around the room but never in the direction I was sitting in. I knew what she was thinking without having to ask because the same thought filled my mind.

I sat next to her in this seat, my laptop open. Her legs were intertwined with mine —a desperate attempt for us to keep warm in the cold weather. She was reading a poem I had written for her as I watched her eyes trail the laptop screen. A smile had kept growing on her face till she reached the last line and it stayed long after she'd finished.

Her face was blank, emotionless —but her eyes held the kind of sorrow and longing which had become a part of my everyday routine.

I shouldn't have come here but I wished to talk to her one last time, and always one last time.

Christians who are Really Into Jesus dying on the cross 🤝 Persecution Complex 🤝 “We’re the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn.”

Nothing inspires me to write poetry more than reading poetry. Literally every time I have ever sat down to read poetry, within 10 minutes I am bent over scribbling notes and annotations and whole sonnets.

Sometimes because I loved what I read. Sometimes because I hated it. Sometimes because I wanted to make it better, make it different, make it mine.

As an artist, there is nothing wrong with seeking inspiration in other work.

If you’re having writers block…READ!!!! CONSUME MEDIA

I feel like I don’t hear that given enough as advice for writers block..just read? Watch tv? Movies? Find inspiration in media.

Writers block is a lack of inspiration, so go collect more.