I guess that’s it. I guess. I guess. I guess. Even though I know their is more. Stick away from brutal words. Because they just make me feel small. But they draw in when I least expected. And my bag weighs me down further. It weighs me down so it hurts. So I shout for help and ask for someone who might not help them. And still I go tumbling down. And yet what makes a person not how many times they fall but how many times they get up. So I get up and run for the stars. Happy endings never do come, but it’s the happiness on the trek not the sourness of other I most enjoy.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
I came here to say exactly this and happened to see this post lol
So, tired 2.0
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
