Aight hear me out...

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

Moreover, everyone gathers around to be tremulously compassionate and discreetly admiring: all this time, you lacked the Vitamin? And yet you persevered?

monarchy has no real purpose and should be abolished irl but im a slut for royal families in fiction. the politics. the intrigue. families divided by the eyes of a nation. the pressure of children told from birth that they are born to rule, born for only one purpose. the stifling of empathy and real bonds and love. the loneliness when all eyes are on you. it’s so inherently tragic and yet everyone involved is terrible because that’s all they can be. gimme.

Hey there, long time no post!

I actually finished this piece a little while ago but I kind of forgot about it with my last uni course and life happening haha 😅 but since I've been replaying botw the last few weeks and with totk just around the corner I thought now was a nice time to share it with you all! ☺️

~(also I definitely am very normal about totk and absolutely not in any financial debt at all because of the collectors edition and OLED)~

When I write,

I can see the people I've lost moving and interacting and speaking to me again. I can attend their hurts and write better endings for them, hear the stories of painstaking acts of kindness and sacrifice that went uncelebrated, hear all the things they'd needed in life in order to heal and finally bring it to them, however long overdue.

I can see the people I know still alive through an emotional X-ray; and they're living twisted inner lives carrying wounds that no one will ever see. When I write, I can bring them the comfort they need to feel truly alive and like a person entire again.

I can see all the people who are strangers to me and relate with them in ways I'm too afraid to attempt otherwise, and explore how people with diverse and complex points of view reckon with each other in a spirit that wrestles out peace and harmony no matter the cost, no matter how many crucial mistakes we make with each other, even in the best of faith.

In my head when I write, the world I wished we all lived in is alive. It's real. And all the love we deserve in our lives, which we will never have in the world as it exists today for the pains we all incur, intentional and accidental both, we receive in abundance in this imaginary world of my mind. And it needs to come out so I can share it with all of you.

So that's what happens when I write. I learn that actually no matter how battered life can make me feel, I still love myself and every single human and all our imperfections together. I can sort out my thoughts on a page and realize that actually the voice of my soul speaks from a place of compassion, no matter how embittered my mind and mouth.

That's what writing feels like to me and I hope that's what it's meant to do.

X

Laraaaaaaa ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love how intimate and expansive and communal your vision is. I know this is nonfiction, but it’s so full of ghosts and such beautiful haunting—not just of the ghosts of the people you’ve lost but of the ghosts of the people who are still alive: the pieces of themselves that they’ve lost and have become estranged from. Seeking those lost parts, the haints, is such a brave and beautiful act. I love that your vision is so big and so full of longing and love.

gods said let’s not give these bitches a break

Different Love Stories by Yingzong X

yeah there was a version of this where kuvira was just a deer skull

yeevira anyone? 💥

only a couple spots left for commissions. if anyone is interested just DM me!!

Blue by Jowie Lim

goncharov

the thing about being alone is that it’s so peaceful and freeing and cool apart from the evenings you descend into literal hell

live laugh love? nah. languish lament lay down

feeling this

— franz kafka, from a letter to max brod

misread insanity and inanity and find it really applies to me

WHY ARE YOU LONELY: A TEXT GAME - Mallory Ortberg

WHY ARE YOU LONELY: CHOOSE ONE

Mallory Ortberg plz stop laying my psyche bare for the world to see