i wish you luck with your writing and everything! here’s my own little first kiss story, i hope it suffices
we’d been dating for three days (i wanted to wait longer before kissing but oops), it was a sunday, and i was at his house for the day. we were in his bedroom with the door closed and the lights off and were watching some movies tho i was more distracted by the snuggling and how pretty he was. throughout the hours anytime i looked at him i swear he seemed like he wanted to kiss me, and at some points we were close to doing so but i got flustered and looked back at the tv. well eventually i was snuggled up against his chest and then he tilted my head up a little and kissed me. it was soft, but short as his mom came in to say something about lunch being ready (of course when she came in i blushed and moved away from him). then when she left he kissed me again and it was longer and perhaps even sweeter
also! the second guy i ever kissed, we went to a park near the baseball field (the whole team saw us walk over there though we went into the caged basketball court and our friends on the team teased us relentlessly afterwards), and for like an hour we just talked and whatnot. at some point we sat down on the court and were leaning against the fence. i was a little bored and wanted to fidget so i did two things: move a zipper on his backpack back and forth, and poke him (i made sure he was okay with it, dw). he didn’t have any reactions to it until he randomly said “if you do that again i’ll have to kiss you.” so i dared to poke him again, a few times just to be sure. and then he leaned forward and tilted his head a bit, as did i, and so we kissed
Not to out my self here but i am 19 and never been kissed this is fine but I am writing a book. There is aspects of romance in the book and I am asking any and everyone to give me your first kiss stories. Awkward beautiful idc give me anything and everything. Or don’t thanks!
todays mood:
“sometimes i feel like i’m just like a boat upon a winding river, twisting towards an endless black sea, further and further, drifting away from where i want to be… who i want to be..”
~ wirt, over the garden wall
"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
writers are creatures that feed on comments by the way. if you want more of your blorbo from them, give them lovely comments. they love that and will most likely give you more fics about your blorbo
i swear i need someone to harass me on the weekly (at most) to do my work. i’m not capable of holding myself accountable :(
GUYS, MY LOVELIES!! IM SO EXCITED! I GOT PROFESSIONAL PHOTOS TAKEN OF ME RECENTLY AND ITS SO PRETTY
GUYS I JUST GOT A LETTER BACK FROM MY PENPAL!! AAAHH IM SO EXCITED
“man i’m glad none of my irl friends can see the shit i post on tumblr”
then i remember
alr, so my moms been bugging me for awhile about the fact that i should do more things like writing and whatnot (especially if i can get money from it to save up for college), which i get. i need to start actually doing stuff with my life that isn’t just sitting around and consuming
but lately she’s been pushing me to use ai and praising it cuz it saves her a bunch of time with her self-made business, which ig i can understand. but at the same time like wtf no. i wanna be an author one day and i don’t wanna have to rely on ai to do the work that i should be doing
and what hurts me more is that she’s been using it to design things for her newsletters and whatnot, but that’s actively taking away from people who have dedicated so much time and energy into honing their craft, into becoming amazing
i know that ai can be really helpful in various ways, but i don’t think that means we need to use it, especially since it’s harming so many creative folk. i’m genuinely scared that one day, when i graduate into this world after spending years working hard to be a wonderful author, i’m scared i’ll be a failed artist the second i step out into this fucked up world. i’m scared i’m already a failed artist simply for being an artist
i’ve wanted to be an author my whole life, and it hurts to see a machine learn and develop quicker than i ever could and to receive more praise than my work ever has
and honestly, yeah i’ll admit i’ve tried using chatgpt before. i had no ideas and i desperately wanted to write, so i tried to see if ai had any good ideas. yet i didn’t care for a single one. they all felt so bland and over-used. it didn’t feel like me. sure, maybe i’m not using it right, but i still have my opinion and it’s not going to be changed
seeing humans hard work replaced with quick, white-washed crap hurts, and i don’t want to stand with the side of a machine
guys! guys! my lovely ppl! i got a vintage skirt recently and oh my goodness i love it! it’s so cute! the euphoria!! guys the gender affirmation i am getting from this thing!!! aaaaggghhhh!
i will die a happy little creature cuz of this :3
was talking to my gf about my fear of dying young for being trans and my mom putting my deadname on my gravestone, and she said "i hope that never happens, but if it does, i will carve your name into your grave myself if i have to." and i think theres something extremely raw about that sentiment and trans community in general. you can kill only our bodies, but you cant kill transsexuality
they/he/she/xemhiya my names daisy :)can be found on ao3 @WoodlandStars13have a lovely rest of your day! make sure to drink some water plz and thanks
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