Burn the Diary

A collection of thoughts and inspiration

July 31, 2014 5:40 pm
July 27, 2014 12:28 am
theartofnotwriting:

alex—london:

wreckitrick:

alex—london

This is terrifyingly accurate


so true it hurts

theartofnotwriting:

alex—london:

wreckitrick:

alex—london

This is terrifyingly accurate

so true it hurts

(Source: amandaonwriting)

July 26, 2014 5:57 pm July 24, 2014 6:54 pm July 16, 2014 4:01 am

The Fantastic Fear of Everything

Anxiety riddles my bones as I ponder the thought of going outside, I fear the world perhaps. Even the sweetest invitations give me a ping of distress; I am not sure what it is whether it is the social aspect or the responsibility of getting there. I let something so dangerous eat me alive as I lay restless in my bed at night too shaken to act upon my personal struggle, fear. I dream of living in a large gothic mansion, with a writing career, content.  The silent ping stabs me in the chest reminding me of my anxieties. I try to ignore these alarms; they keep me awake at night and have taken so many opportunities from me. I am tired of being fearful, but I am afraid to try. Writing is solitude I feel a sense of freedom, letting my fears dissipate into nothingness. I’m no longer afraid. To feel that way for a moment is everything. 

2:08 am

The Lost Writer

The thirst for recognition is universal, we all want to be recognized for our great successes. Writing has been my only solace from the day to day stresses of life. I have so many stories, ideas pent up inside or barely actualized in a half written script. The frustration of incompleteness is unavoidable and causes me great grief and restlessness. I want to these scripts complete! For these stories to be actualized and my characters to lift off the page into existence!  Procrastination lures around the corner like a leech pretending to be both a friend and foe. Some of my best ideas are sucked from the venom of procrastination, but otherwise I stare off into space hoping for something to contextualize while I avoid procrastination like the plague. Promising to write a page or two while my characters roll their eyes at me like “sure yeah, I’ve been waiting what 4 years?!” I’m sorry my little creations I’m doing the best I can. There is essentially nothing I can do it seems until these stories are complete. My characters drive me to tell their stories and as their mother, I can’t refuse. So thus, I lose myself again in their worlds, while I still feel lost in my own. 

April 28, 2014 2:54 pm April 25, 2014 12:41 pm

"Somebody said I’m ‘the king of venereal horror,’ to which I always say: Well, it’s a very small kingdom, but it’s mine.” — David Cronenberg

"Somebody said I’m ‘the king of venereal horror,’ to which I always say: Well, it’s a very small kingdom, but it’s mine.” — David Cronenberg

(Source: strangewood, via horrorharbour)

April 14, 2014 6:53 pm

But, if it weren’t for my children, I’d have thrown myself from the highest window in the Red Keep. They’re the reason I’m alive. Even Joffrey.  

(Source: jaimecerseigot, via oberlyn)

April 12, 2014 8:54 pm