Category: writing prompt


[Image Description; A digitally composited image of Madame Adelaide and Widow Tweed. They are in a car together. Widow Tweed is driving. Madame Adelaide is smiling, Widow Tweed is glancing at her, smiling.]

What– This– I– Fck my fckn life! I wanna ship it now…


Prepare for transformation.

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I don’t know how to write. I know how I write. And then the next day, I don’t know again. The not knowing is what makes writing interesting and enjoyable to me.

Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.

On the ebb and flow of things, here, there, she survived.

The wise person understands that his own happiness must include the happiness of others.

You must write. It’s not enough to start by thinking. You become a writer by writing. It’s a yoga.

What you think you become.

Once I believed to remain true to my art I had to keep the world away. I had to cloister. I remained pure. Of what? Who knows. My feeling of myself as an artist has changed.

The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.