When I was a young writer, I was told that I often started my sentences with "there is/there was/there are." I was told to eliminate those as much as possible.
I couldn't believe how often I used them. My first novel was completely littered with them.
I learned to diversify and grow my use of verbs. Instead of the state-of-being verbs, like "is" which isn't very descriptive at all, I started using stronger verbs.
Instead of writing "There were a bunch of trees on the hill" I wrote "A cluster of trees towered over the hill."
"Towered" is a much stronger verb than "Is"
Use the state-of-being words, but if you can, try replacing them with more active verbs. You might be surprised how much your writing improves.
I’m so fucking serious when I say ‘whether a person can understand the chronology of Pride and Prejudice is a marker of intelligence.’
Like. The reader receives very detailed character study of Darcy in the first half of the book that omits one very crucial detail of why he decided to indulge himself in his absolute worst traits in the scene in which he is introduced. This allows the reader to assume that this is his base state and not Darcy at his worst. Then the reader is, via Wickham, fed a fictitious account of Darcy at his worst which really does make him look like a villain who could and would have the power to make the lives of his family utterly miserable. Then at the midpoint of the book we are given information about what occurred prior to the start of the book which recontextualises everything about both Darcy and Wickham. Most people understand this should change their understanding of Wickham because Elizabeth explicitly dwells on it and thinks about how this changes her opinion of why he was behaving the way he was when Elizabeth and Wickham met. A surprisingly large amount of people don’t seem to realise that this should also change their understanding of Darcy, possibly because Elizabeth doesn’t explicitly dwell on these same facts being the reason Darcy was behaving the way he was when Elizabeth and Darcy met.
This makes sense from Elizabeth’s perspective because the primary way in which she relates to both Darcy and Wickham is as men who are courting her and who she has to decide to encourage or reject based on limited information, and Elizabeth has already been established to have an extremely low tolerance for male and marital bullshit — see Mr Collins, who is not brutal or economically foolhardy but simply an insecure ass who needs to be intensively managed. Darcy on a bad day is still a pretty good guy, but he’s Elizabeth’s absolute upper limit of how much she is prepared to put up with in terms of ‘my husband is having a bad day and I have to deal with it’ so it’s not enough for her to know he can be like that. She needs further encouragement that Darcy on an okay or good day is an actively nice, pleasant, responsible person to be around — which is what we get at Pemberley and in Aunt Gardiner’s observation of him.
But. But. YOU ARE NOT ELIZABETH, DEAR READER. You are getting to read about all these characters and their flaws. Which is why you need to understand when Elizabeth is wrong or doesn’t notice something!
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“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”
— Unknown
Austin>>>>>> Ginny and Georgia
listening to waltz while lying down about to fall asleep to one of the scenarios where I dance w my enemy in a crowded ballroom, hands on hips and shoulders and waist, our bodies flush against each other. my floor length white dress with a slit at the corner hides the garter that's sheathed the lethal blade dipped in poison especially for him, while his belt carries a shot gun that's slightly visible if he turns a certain way.
no bc how does a grown ass adult go onto the internet to post about how “annoying” anya is? she is SIX YEARS OLD, not spoilt or bratty, minding her own business, and awfully considerate of concealing her adoptive parents’ identities despite them accidentally traumatising her with their bloodthirsty thoughts lmao. (I mean this cant be helped since they’re not aware but bless her little heart)
— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘In The Ruin."
You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
DANGEROUSLY HOT 💋:
(these affirmations aka some facts;) are a bit exaggerated and you can still use this no matter if you're single, or in relationship depending on your intentions)
I am literally the hottest, most perfect, most beautiful, dangerously seductive, attractive, the most charming, dazzling, ethereal and scrumptiously hottest person to ever exist. My beauty and hotness is literally ground shattering. Whenever i walk into any room all eyes turn on me! Everything from my confidence and aura is seductive, attractive and jaw-dropping. People gasp air when they see me. I am incredibly magnetic, desirable, unforgettable, unattainable, irresistible and irreplaceable. Every encounter I get love, respect and admiration. People don't know perfection till they see me. One second is all it takes for me to become someone's obsession. I am treated like a princess/prince but worshipped like a goddess/god. I don't need people, they need me the most. I literally embody first love and sensuality. Its a obvious evident fact that i am the hottest person in the room, my beauty is beyond comprehension, beyond what words could ever describe. My presence makes them feel like they're on cloud nine, I am like a drug nobody can resist. They miss me when i am not around, constantly begging for attention. They can't formulate their words while speaking to me, how can they? When i am literally this breathtaking!
Its tiring how i recieve love confessions 24/7. Everywhere I go people ask for my socials, my number! I walk in the room and all eyes turned to me, jaws dropped to the floor and constant whispering about how they'd die for me (not literally - ). But seriously tho, I can never not recieve compliments! They feel a constant urge to compliment me , spoil me , pay for my food and drinks. They know i am so incredibly far out of their league yet I literally get asked out uncountable amount of times. I am literally everyone's type, The prize, The trophy, The award , the irresistible drug they can't get enough of. Its cute to see how People literally get so flustered , struggling, trying to formulate their words while talking to me, pretending they dont get butterflies just because i am too hot to handle.
I never need validation from others because i am confident in my own skin and myself as a whole. I know my worth and exactly what i deserve and do not settle for less. I have high standards and i never lower them for anyone or anything. I always get exactly what i want. I am never afraid to ask for what i want boldly and recieve it. I am free, i am unapologetically myself eliminating the need to fit in or conform to norms. I am loved for that! I know my boundaries and I can say No whenever I want to without feeling guilty because I put myself first. Putting myself first is a form of self care. I am never afraid to speak my emotions, thoughts and feelings. I have excellent communication skills and my vibes are immaculate. <3