A Reminder To Take Care Of Yourself, Drink Some Water, Get Some Sleep And Do Something That Makes You

It's nearly halfway into the year and I feel a little bit lost and heavy. I feel like a stone sinking into the summer months. warm. sleepy. Isolated.

Is your username inkspilled spelled wrong and if not what on earth does prilled mean

Lol, no its just part of my name turned into a verb (kinda) which is April if you wanted to know.

I haven't really got much outside of this, and this is just me speaking to everyone and no one all at once, it feels shallow. I was going to say I felt just as shallow, almost empty but that's not really true, if anything I feel like I'm about to burst, I'm filled with so much longing and hope and just want, I just want so badly. For more laughter, more connection, just more. There really is nothing like the small moments you share with your loved ones, those inside jokes that leave you folded over and cackling loudly, while strangers judge you at the social absurdity, but it only makes you laugh harder. Or those times at school you'd ask me to draw on your hand because you liked the sensation and then you'd play with my hair, you'd braid it. I feel ravenous for those moments. So maybe what I really feel is hunger.

Hi, I love ur blog aesthetic, I feel like I'm having a warm bath with side of lemon tea.

Thats so sweet of you! Thankyou💚

Last night I had a dream where a group of three people entered telephone boxes and where transported to a white room/void space and then the women in the group spotted someone in the distance, it's seems like she had past disagreements with this person because she full on ripped their limbs off with her teeth, the white ground was spattered in red. She then turned to the two guys in the group, who had just watched casually like this was a regular thing for them and hissed "Justice!" with blood spilling from her mouth and dripping down her face. I woke up tasting iron. Anyway.

Excerpt from my WIP Dead above.

I've always been comfortable alone. Too comfortable. I'm afraid one day I'll find that the comfort, the years alone scrolling on my phone was slowing rotting me from the inside the whole time. I'll be left with a hollow centre and an empty life. If anything I need to be reminded to be present, to be pushed and pulled into things, otherwise I just wouldn't feel the urge to bother. I need to need people, need to experience the world, because the fact that I don't will leave me unhappy in the end. I just need to practice leaving my house. Or my bed.

When I was little I was collecting all my future pains and putting them in a neat little line, each one climbing up the ladder of my spine. Because what is time, what does it matter when I could see the ending before I had even begun. It was like the Me that would live through broken glass and kicked in doors felt her heart beating so loudly she sent the sound back through time, and it found me in my room when everything was good. This organ we prescribe love to felt so much fear it ran back to a time before the palpitations.

A Nice place to take a break might be in someone else's words. I find that when I loose motivation reading or doing something I enjoy brings back that spark.

Don't abandon your writing

It’s pretty common to lose love for a project at some point during the writing process. If that happens, it’s always okay to step away.

But (and this is the important part), don’t quit! Take a break, give yourself a breather, but always remember to come back. Your story deserves to be told.