music for writers
note: all these playlists are from 8tracks and i’ve always listen to them when i’m writing
There’s blood on my face
to match my equally bloody knuckles,
rubbed raw from pounding on the wall.
My throat feels like sandpaper,
as I scream and kick and punch,
but I don’t stop yelling your name.
I won’t stop, no, I can’t,
because the second I do,
is the second you’ll really be gone.
I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muses’ destinies, then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.
NOTE: This meme was originally posted by frommemetoyou, which has since deleted, breaking the read more. Further notes on that at the end of the read more.
Your whole body is Ｃ Ｏ Ｒ Ｒ Ｕ Ｐ Ｔ
and no amount of s c r u b b i n g can wash you clean.
louder than sirens louder than bells sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
when your muse is really horny and you’re just like