Vale: tbh between the two of us Cephas is actually the guarded one, he’s really bad with emotions
Noara: if there’s anything you want to talk about I’m here for you
Vale: suddenly I can’t hear or speak this language bYe
Tag: nanowrimo 2017
“I’m a very important person in many
people’s lives.”
This fucking goodbye scene is breaking my heart, help.
“You
guys, I’m so glad we’re all so emotionally functional.”
“What
post-traumatic stress?”
“What’s
trauma?”
“What
do you mean we almost all died today?”
“Crazy
talk.”
“Leo
has restricted access to revolution-related tools until they turn twenty. I’m
a responsible mum, if my kid is going to rebel I’d rather they do it where I can
see them.”
“The last time I had
this many sharp bits in my mouth I was having a completely different party,” I
say, literally splitting glass on the ground.
The bad news is I still can’t fucking stand myself and anything I ever wrote and I still think I should just chop my hands off so I can’t keep disrespecting the art of writing. The okay news is I’ll try to do something about it.
It’s a dumb thing but I’m gonna do it.
There are no good news cause I have to order food on the phone later and then go to the place to get it so this is the worst day of my life.
Someone suggested I go over the best bits of what I wrote so far to inspire myself. Here they are:
You have 56 minutes to write 1.6k worthless words you useless piece of shit.
Help how do I stop being a garbage writer?
21,765 words of pure trash.
What the fuck am I even trying to do? I’m not even having a good time.
Pass Through Fire 