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I have waited long enough to feel you, the animal inside me has become restless since the day I saw you.
let me unleash my darkness onto you, take you, pull you in and devour you.
Silence won’t protect me,
but for it will probably save you;
For the time being
I am mum.
The truth about silence // thethinkinggirl
Look what we have become;
Screaming when hating,
Mumbling for when in love.
Paradox // thethinkinggirl
They say
there’s always light in the end of the tunnel-
and I am here to tell you its not.
There isn’t any light;
Cause you are.You become it.
Hopes,Happiness - don’t suddenly appear out of nowhere,
They live within you.
It will blind them for
when its time.
// thethinkinggirl
“I seek love, yet I hide from it when it reaches out.
I seek the warmth of a lover but cower when it surrounds me.
I seek the words laced with honey but accept those filled with poison.
I seek eyes filled with adoration but find an empty space in front of me.
I seek someone in my sheets, my hands roaming to find someone, but only stumble upon blankets and cold sheets.
I seek a smile but find myself drowning in tears.
I seek a life filled with love but find myself running away when it finds me.
I wish upon the stars to find what I am seeking to find me before I yield and cower again.
I pray there comes a day where I’ll stumble upon all the things I yearn for and that the warmth, the smile will grab me with so much strength that I will have no choice but to accept it with everything in me.
Because for once, I’ll allow the love I run away from to fill me up with everything I wished upon the stars, and for once, I’ll smile without any fear.
It’ll look me in the eyes and tell me that what I had been seeking was just waiting for me to accept myself and be free of the chains.
The smile and the crinkle beside their eyes will tell me that I was everything they too were seeking for, and they were glad we found each other in a place that had no place of running away.
I seek for you, and I pray you also seek for me.
I wish upon the stars that when we find each other, it will all be enough.
Because baby, you’re all my wishes upon the stars.”
- g.d. (the stars)
see the world passing by
through your inner eye
trying different lifes
in multiple times
on earth and in the sky
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
Sometimes I think
I’ve got to go
somewhere only
I know
- MayAPoetBe (draft)
MASTERPOST
Hello! Welcome to my blog! Here I compile notes and reblog posts I think would be useful to come back to in the future.
Main blog: @yanns
If you’re looking for something specific, here are all the posts/reblogs you can find (that I could remember).
Warning: LONG POST
Tags included at the very end.
Body Language
- Ways To Describe Facial Expressionsby@introvert-unicorn
- Eye Movementsby@writingquestionsanswered
- Physical Reactionsby@creativepromptsforwriting
Relationships
- Basic Writing Tips for Writing Siblingsby@lazyprompts
- Strong Friendship Not At All Romanticby@writingadvice365
- Writing Believable Friendshipsby@bluebxlle-writer
- How To Write A Slow Burn Relationshipby@dearwriters
- Chemistryby@sweet-as-writing
Describing People
Describing Body Parts ;)
Outlining
- Story Outlining Methods, pt 1: TAKE OFF YOUR PANTSby@foxiswriting
- Story Structures for Your Next WIPby@perpetual-stories
Characterization
- WritingJealousCharactersby@bluebxlle-writer
- Intrusive Questions About Your OCby@sapphicrot
- How I Create My Charactersby@bluebxlle-writer
- Character Arcby@avelera&@ahb-writes
Vocabulary
- The Right Wordby@darkisrising
- Feeling Words
- Instead of Using “Very”
- Instead of Using “Very”pt 2
- Ways to Say “You’re Welcome”
- Other Ways of Saying “On The Other Hand…”
- Ways to Say “I Think…”
- Some of My Favorite Wordsby@littlewhispersofsolitude
- Words to Use in Storiesby@littlewhispersofsolitude
Scenes
- Your Opening Sceneby@underhillwriter
- Tips for Writing a Difficult Sceneby@thatwritergirlsblog
- Writing Fight Scenesby@bluebxlle-writer
Prompts
- 101 Ways To Say “I love you”by@emswritingprompts
- Prompts that Make Me Feel Things by @screnwriter-old
- From The Villain Sentence Startersby@nightprompts
- Sacred Romantic Moments by @old-screnwriter
Resources
- Fantasy Clothes (ask/answer) by @sanctimonies
- @creativepromptsforwriting’sadvice
- IMPORTANT REMINDERS FOR WRITERS by @old-screnwriter
- Resources for Writersby@stinastar
- Language of Flowersby@introvert-unicorn
- NaNoWriMo Hackby@samayla
- Feeling Stuckby@the-writers-bookshelf
- Dialogue Resourcesby@writingadvice365
- Five Real-Ass Tips For Writing A Novelby@maxkirin
- List of Writing Websitesby@bibwu-movedlol
- How Long Should A Chapter Be by me hehe
- Reminder for Chapter Lengthby@mellorocket
- RESOURCES FOR YOUR NEEDSby@sassycolortheorist101-blog
- Websites for Writers {masterpost}by@2soulscollide
- Your English Teachers Lied To Youby@emilyoracle
Note: Take advice with a grain of salt. These are supposed to be educational, inspirational, and/or motivational. If you have any corrections, requests, suggestions, or anything really, shoot an ask! or a submission! or a DM!
To the people who were tagged, let me know if you’re uncomfortable having your post and/or blog mentioned here and I’ll make edits ASAP.
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“Every time you come back you make me think it might work and then you go and break my heart all over again”
— s.c.
“you were my first love and you always will be. i can’t say i don’t miss you but i cannot keep you here with me forever. the memory of the person you used to be is slowly fading and i’m starting to forget what it felt like to love you. what it felt like being loved by you. i see you with her and i resent you. i’m scared that my memories of you as my first love will be overshadowed by the destruction you caused in the end.”
— s.c. (accepting change)
“I’ll always secretly wish that the honor of being my first love went to someone more noble, honest, and deserving. I would never want to relive the 6 years of my life with you, especially if it would’ve ended in the same pain and destruction. But even though my heart sometimes fills itself with regret at allowing myself to become so misguided by my blinding love for you, I understand it was all necessary. It was necessary to surrender myself to the suffering you caused me to grasp the importance of knowing my own worth. To understand that I must put myself before anybody else. For the rest of my life the scars you left on my heart will shake when I think of my first love. But they will guide me in making decisions that will fulfill me. I have taken a lot of lessons away from loving you, like following my intuition and respecting myself enough to remove myself from toxic situations. And understanding that the way you treated me is the stark opposite of what I deserve. Most of all, loving you taught me that you cannot have bliss without suffering, simply because you do not know what true happiness is without feeling the deepest sadness.”
— s.c. { i will be happier than i’ve ever been and i owe it all to the way you destroyed me }
strangers dancing on tongue
twirling with delight
beating to devilish drums
sweet to bitter back to sweet, one two one
no in between — no other routine
here, then there, then here
swift, trodding by air
begging for touch to not
burn this time but to
intertwine and find me at
the bottom of the glass or
your throat
i last cut my hair when you were awake,
when hair hung below my ears but above my shoulders
ive had it grow long for years you have been gone
kept it around for the sake of our fate
an act of self-preservation i thought
or for what now seems as delusion.
ends split,
dead weight remained from the mess i became
i cut it off, like a noose to life
defying the odds
i restore my truth.
a dream is a spiders web
entangling, but a home
each thread a bed for rest
each rest an ungraceful wed,
reminders of sacred times
where reality is on lucks side.
light breaks, such illusions dissipate,
within seconds of awakening the dream is dead
the grasp loosened, the home gone
— and the web is weak filament, almost false,
leaving purpose stranded
with no patience to hold
and its spider noiseless within calamity
the sun danced on Ector street
warming each home and those who roamed
I was only a visitor at the time,
life had wings and flowed with each breeze,
every hope and dream breathed from the concrete — the roots of your home
sun rays gleamed from and at you all at once
we couldn’t see past each beam
blinded by light or love
and we shared it unequally.
we rise and fall like each passing day,
we failed to last our eternity
or perhaps we have just begun—
the sun still dances on Ector street
maybe that is us.
we would talk about the rain
and wish it would pour on us for days
hope for long trips to sights
we’ve never seen before.
letting things slip,
the mind unravels what once was
right in front of us
but which now lays behind
with you beneath to only wish
on the possibility
of our dreams
being alive,
wherever you reside.
follow the shadows of the leafless trees
each route a different one
where a new life has sprung.
even in conditions of weariness
the shadows lead to
a place for you
to confide or to lose
everything you ever knew
before stepping foot
in a path never took
day breaks into new
for some to fly or fall;
you watch them scatter around trying to find their place in
fields of eight foot sunflowers or treacherous minefields
with their teeth out for the world to see they are happy
or expressionless to keep trespassers away;
you witness the madness in a new day
watching hope play mind games of her own
where sunrise is an imposter for change, and merely a chance for all
either to fly or to fall.
i store sunshine in a jar
pour her out when i am alone
run her through my hair
drizzle her on clouds for all to see
from a far away place unknown.
i use her to dilute all infiltrations of you,
making what all was once dark blue
shine bright as if brand new
sway from one side to the other
dance like you’re on waves
cause a storm inside their brains
capture them in your tempest
you are the mastermind who tied all the ropes
that knots your fans captive,
wrapped them into a delusional frenzy
but you hope they survive to see another day
because they are now your eyes,
seizing another opportunity at life
but thinking with your mind;
they watch the rain fall and wish it would drown them away,
they become enigmatic
while you attempt to connect through them,
but it is too late.
they have indulged you whole and your nourishment awoke them to frames never known before,
ones not in your own arsenal.
out of touch you stay
watching your tempest take place
in a far away life now
emptying the bottle you despise
for its creation of the noose
that took you down.