i just don't have any ideas anymore

anonymous asked:

I used to be considered a "gifted" writer, winning contests and getting praise all throughout my school days... but I've lost it, completely. I have little to no desire to write, what I do write is forced and ugly and plain... It's writer's block that has been going on for years! I don't have a lack of ideas, it's literally just a forgotten skill. Do you have any advice on long-term writer's block? Or maybe an explanation?

Darling, don’t waste time worrying if you’re not “gifted” anymore because, I promise you, you still are.

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

I know that I have that same tendency, too.  When it’s been a while since I’ve written and I can’t get back into it, my automatic thought is, “I lost it.  I had it and I lost it.  I might as well join Corporate America because my soul is dead.”

But there are a lot of explanations for why your writing isn’t coming out how you want!  I’ll list a few of them below…

Explanations for Writer’s Block

  • You’re out of practice.  I can tell a difference in my “skill” after a week without writing – so if it’s been years?  You’re probably very rusty.  If this is the reason you’re struggling, my advice is to push through and write crap.  Even if it disappoints you or you sit there thinking, “This is terrible this is terrible this is the worst,” just do it.  Just force yourself through it.  Eventually, I promise from experience, something halfway decent will come out.  And it’ll get better from there.
  • You’re lacking confidence.  Another big ailment of mine – if I haven’t written something I liked in a while, I can count myself out before I start.  So even if I push through and write, I either self-edit the whole time or I delete it when I’m done.  That creates the effect of Returning to Square One, which negates my work in the first place.  If this is the case for you, my advice is to look closely and find something to like about your writing.  Even in The Worst writing I’ve ever done (and trust me, 2013 me was a nightmare to read), I’ve found a way to compliment myself.  So read your stuff like you’re critiquing a five-year old.  You’re not gonna sit there and tell a kid, “Dude this sh*t sucks lol delete your account.”
  • You’re clinging to old ideas and old methods.  If you “used to” write for X fandom or you “used to” write before class every day, that’s not a good enough reason to keep doing it.  If you “used to” write without an outline or you “used to” feel like a damn wizard when you wrote, that doesn’t mean you’re able to do that now.  And that doesn’t mean your talent has decreased.  Writers are different in every new season – adjust for yourself.  Stop expecting yourself to work under ancient systems and expectations.
  • You feel uncomfortable with your author’s voice.  This can be a simple matter of feeling inadequate/nervous – or you could even be annoyed with your own voice/writing style.  This can worsen the more you read other classic books with “better” voices and compare yourself.  If this is the case, my usual technique is to try to “rewire” my voice – try a different POV style or tense.  This can change how your voice sounds, which can make it easier for you and your narration to play nice together.
  • You can’t find the right character.  This sounds like a small issue, but it makes a huge difference.  If you’re unable to find/create a relatable or likable character, you’ll feel uncomfortable no matter what story you write.  It’s like if a principal ballerina were to try to perform her signature piece in a smelly school mascot costume.  You know what to do, but you’re just not in the right outfit!  So it feels clumsy.  It makes it hard to see how you look or what you’re doing wrong.  It makes you feel like a bad ballerina!  So try taking the time to find a good character.  Fanfiction can be a good transitioning activity for you – pick your favorite book/movie/TV character and write in their POV until you feel comfortable again.
  • You’re mentally or emotionally unhealthy.  This sounds judgy, but trust me – 90% of my writer’s block crops up in times of poor mental health or emotional stress.  Just like you can’t play baseball with broken ankles, you can’t write if your heart or your brain aren’t up to snuff.  So assess yourself for undue stress, depression, anxiety (my big one), or mental exhaustion.  Beyond that, make sure your heart isn’t clogged – so to say, make sure you’re emotionally accessible for writing.  If you’re deep in grieving, dissociating, or facing any kind of emotional blockage, your writing is definitely going to suffer.  It might be best to take time to work on these issues – otherwise you’re trying to row a boat with holes in it.

These are some of the main ones I’ve encountered in my time – and they’re definitely not the only explanations.  If none of these ideas help you to get started again, be sure to message me!  I’d love to discuss it with you personally :)  I know how awful that limbo can feel and I definitely want to help if I can.

Thanks again, and happy writing (hopefully)! <3

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

anonymous asked:

Selena help !! I have school on wednesday!!! I need a plan so that I don't have to go. Any ideas?

I mean I’m p sure this is where I’m supposed to say “you should go to school anyway!! work hard and get good grades!!” but fuck that if you hate it then good luck and I hope you can get out

why don’t you wanna go? :O is it highschool? I totally get that…I hated highschool so much it was the absolute worst … I don’t know how I survived tbh

actually I do remember I would always carry around notebooks and write stuff in them? I could never pay attention in class so I just didnt bother to try anymore bc I knew I could succeed in other ways so for grade 8-10 (the worst years) I carried around a notebook and I’d write mini stories about my annoying classmates and make up codes and little comics about what we were learning and it really helped tbh. my friends and I also had this notebok we’d write self insert fanfiction in and we’d take turns writing in it and pass it off to each other when we crossed paths in the hallways and then read what each other added during breaks and that was SOOO fun it was one of the best things about highschool haha I super miss being able to do that

that got rambley but anyway my general advice since I don’t know anything about your life is to get a notebook and have it be your designated Survive School notebook and carry it with you to every class and just do whatever in it and never show anyone. notebooks are the shit dude even the boring ones are magical

anonymous asked:

I'm a 16 year old who's stuck in the middle of a lot of different sides. I don't know what sources to trust, or who to exactly believe...I was called a Nazi and beaten for saying I was afraid of Antifa due to the violence I've seen on my dash and heard through sources. I don't know who I'm supposed to support anymore, do you have any advice for someone who wants to see a change but has no idea on where to start?

We don’t know why you’d be afraid of antifa “violence” (which is actually just people trying to defend themselves and their communities from other people that openly advocate and organize for things like forced deportations, enslavement, and genocide and encourage each other to do real violence to “inferiors”) unless you were talking some bullshit yourself, tbh.

But if you’re sincerely puzzled about which side you should be on, here’s a place to start: our tumblr’s archive.  Read the 50+ articles and essays we’ve posted over the last month.   Read through the last 100 answers we’ve given to Anons like you that reached out to ask us something.

Another suggestion: get a copy of this book and read it.  

If you have follow-up questions for us after that, drop us a line!

[the fly on the wall] (readerXruvik)

[Author note;; UHH this is probably only the second time I’ve ever ever written from this POV and I am 900% sure my present/past tenses are all a nutty fuckton of messed up b-but I hope if anyone on this planet beyond miss Yume reads this that you enjoy it and that it’s got decent pacing and characterization!!!]

Your head is pounding, reeling, as you finally come to. The room is familiar, at least - that strange room in that strange hospital that you for some reason find yourself in… Nothing had made sense for some time now, but at least here… you felt you could catch your breath. But the ringing… your vision blurred around your eyes, the pulsing pain was unimaginable in this moment, and it was all you could do to stumble out the door and drag yourself into the lobby, failing to notice the lack of a familiar figure behind the desk. The nurse, which was really all you’ve come to know her as, was a comfort for some reason, despite the fact she never acknowledged you. She sometimes said things but they never felt… directed at you. Idle chatter to herself, a light humming, she sometimes mentioned Sebastian, though you’ve never seen him here.. but it was… a relief to find the company of another person, even if that company seemed to… be unaware of you. But all this static in your head - your only thought was the chair. You never quite figured out how it all worked…in fact, it all frightened you, but all that mattered anymore was in the end… things seemed to be better than before.

It wasn’t until you pushed through the creaking barred door that you began to realize things were not as they normally were… things… weren’t quite right.

There was nothing you could do now, though. It was much much too late.

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thisgirlwithherdiary01  asked:

Dear Lukas, I made my account just so I can keep up with all your works. Your work always makes my day. I just want to thank you for always making me feel better when I'm in times of giving up. You're my strength eversince. I've been suffering from schizophrenia and bipolar for 2 years now and I've been just healed this week. I feel better now and I'm finally back in reality. I don't know where to start again with my life because I don't have any friends anymore. I only have my fam, God and you.

You have no idea how happy I am to read this message of yours. I am so proud of you for winning against the monsters in your head, for not giving up. Take your time in life, love. Don’t rush yourself to begin your life at other’s pace. Take your own step and give yourself time. Friends come and go, and I’m sure they will find their way to you. I wish you all the best in life. Do take good care of yourself, love.

anonymous asked:

Hey, your a father and I bet you could give some fatherly advice. I just went through a good breakup (not malicious) a couple weeks ago, but I'm still pretty sad about it as I see them at school and we don't talk much anymore. Do you have any advice to help me through it or whatever? Thanks!

I experienced a similar break-up when I was in 9th grade. It wasn’t dramatic or spiteful, so I was surprised by the depression and sadness I experienced for a couple weeks afterward. It wasn’t until I met with a counselor that I even made the connection between my depression and the break-up.

I wish I had something wise or profound to offer, but honestly break-ups just suck.

Like, there’s this idea in our culture that if the relationship is bad or the decision was mutual then the break-up won’t hurt (or it will feel euphoric or something) but that’s just not true in my observation.

I guess my main advice would be this: Allow yourself to grieve. It’s OK to feel sad. Your feelings of loss are valid and healthy, even if the relationship needed to end.

It’s OK to ask your friends for support, or even tell them you need some space if that’s what you need. It’s OK if your feelings aren’t “fixed” by the end of the week. You’re not broken and your life isn’t a sitcom where everything resolves by the end of the episode.

But also take courage in knowing that while the pain sucks, it won’t last forever. You deserve happiness and you will feel happy again. (And you’ll feel sad again, and angry, and dorky, and scared, and excited, and happy again. And that’s all a healthy part of life.)

We Don't Wear White After Labor Day, That's Why I Wear Red


Oops, I came up with this idea at midnight with my friends in a discord group chat. They all started to cry with the idea.


Lance was done, Lance was just done. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he’s tried so hard to keep a smile on his face, everything just hurt Lance to be around everyone who seemed so carefree. 

Lance was just tired, not the physically tired that could be solved with a good nights rest. If it was that kind of rest, Lance’s depression and anxiety would be solved in a night. Oh if only it was true. 

But no, Lance’s kind of tired was that everything felt heavy, he could barely think straight with all the thoughts that were running a thousand of miles per minute. It was tiring to keep up with all his thoughts, even if they weren’t good thoughts, they were his thoughts none the less. He needed them to be alive.


“I wonder what day it is back on Earth.” Lance mumbled aloud during one of their few times to relax after long days of relentless training.

“Now that you mention it, I wonder what it is too.” Pidge looked up from her laptop for once in a few hours, “I bet I could make a calendar under a hour. Hunk, you wanna help?”

“Sure, but I should make dinner soon.” Hunk shrugged standing up to sit closer to Pidge to point out a few coding that could get the calendar working. 

Lance didn’t know what to say anymore or even do anymore. Lance’s mind was a huge well, mess of a mess, “I-I think I’m going to turn in now." 

Keith looked at Lance with a quizzical look, "Why are you turning in now? It’s early. Are you feeling okay?”

Lance turned to Keith and tried to muster up a great smile to show that everything was okay on the outside but certainly not on the inside. But Lance wouldn’t allow Keith to see that.  

“Very well, be sure to be on for training. We’ll be doing hand to hand combat.” Shiro spoke up, making eye contact with Lance who’s smile faltered a bit. 

“Got it! I’ll be sure to be on time!” Lance smiled again before rushing out of the common room.


Lance could barely focus for the millionth time for maybe the minute. But Lance had one focus, he had to get injured enough to get to the medic wing. He needed something sharp, something sharp like a scalpel. Lance couldn’t take it anymore, Lance was sorry to say it but he needed to, he couldn’t do it anymore. Lance hated being a fake or even a poser yet here he was.

“Oh yea! I managed to figure out what day it is on Earth!” Pidge cheered as everyone was taking a short water break after training for a few hours.

“Really?!? What day is it??” Lance perked up a bit upon hearing the news. 

“It’s the day after Labor Day. It’s crazy on how long we’ve been in space!” Pidge cheered again though it wasn’t as happy as the first cheer.

“Wow… You’re right, I’m not sure how long ago we’ve left Earth but wow… We’ve been in space for a long time.” Lance gave out a low whistle, “I’m going to go grab something quickly, I’ll be right back!”

Once again for the second time of the day, Keith gave Lance a quizzical look, “O-Oh okay. I think we’re done with training, right Shiro?” Keith turned to Shiro who gave Keith a curt nod.

“G-Great! I’m going to go take a nap then after I finish up my chores!” Lance clapped his hands together with a smile on his face before racing out of the training room.

Once Lance left the others in the training room, everyone was quiet before Keith spoke up, “Is Lance okay…? He’s been very… jumpy today or at least a little… off." 

Hunk was the one to speak up this time, "I’m not hundred but maybe he’s just homesick after finding out its after Labor Day. His family always did something extravagant.”


Lance’s hands were shaking, he wanted this, no, he needed this. Lance was tired, so, so, tired. Yet why were his hands shaking? Was he scared…? Possibly, but everything happens for a reason, right…?

Yet Lance didn’t want to see what he was about to do. If he ever goes home, if he even makes it out of this situation alive, his mama would kill him.

Closing his eyes, Lance pressed the scalpel against his tan skin, allowing the scalpel to ruin it. 

It hurt a little, or more like it hurt a lot but what done is done. There was no turning back now.


“Where’s the Blue Paladin?” Coran spoke up during dinner, his eyes scanning the table to find one spot missing.

“He must be sleeping. One of you guys should go get him.” Shiro spoke up, also scanning the dining table.

No one said anything until Keith spoke up, “I guess I could go get him.”

Standing up Keith grabbed a bowl space goo for Lance and left the dining room to go find the lanky Blue Paladin.


“Lance…? Are you in here?” Keith knocked on the door of Lance’s room. Surprisingly, it opened at Keith’s touch. 

“Lance-” Keith began to speak again, setting the bowl of space good onto the table before turning to Lance’s bed and just seeing Lance on the bed made his heart stop.

“L-Lance…?” Keith rushed towards the bed, trying to feel a pulse amidst the blood on Lance’s skin.

“K-Keith….?” Lance allowed his eyes to flutter open, the blue eyes staring at him. 

“Lance…? What happened?” Keith’s heart was beating ever so fast, his thoughts were assuming the worse.

Lance let out a weak chuckle, “I-I guess that I-I happened…”

Keith felt his heart drop to the floor, “What do you mean…?”

“I mean that I was tired of everything… I couldn’t deal with it anymore.” Lance mumbled, his eyes dulling, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, It’s okay Lance. You’ll make it out alive.” Keith gingerly picked Lance up and rushed towards the med bay.

“You know how there’s a saying about how you’re never supposed to wear white after Labor Day…?” Lance mumbled quietly, his eyes looking right at Keith’s who were filled with worry, “I guess that’s why I’m wearing red today." 

Keith felt his heart drop any further if that was possible, "Oh Lance… You’ll be okay.”

To be honest, Keith wasn’t sure if Lance was going to be okay. All Keith had to do was believe that he was going to be okay and maybe Lance would be.


anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any fanfiction where Yurio feels like Yuuri and Viktor don't want to be around him anymore/love him and he freaks tf out and calls Beka and then Yuri finally asks Victuuri why they don't want him and then there's a fluffy resolve? I just really want to torture myself with some sad Yuri right now.

Unfortunately I don’t know any fics similar to that at all, I’m so sorry baby! Does anyone else have any ideas? <3

Alternatively, @altisetsky is the Angst Queen and recently put up a link to her ao3 faves so you might find something there hfuerhgrtg

aerosthegastersans  asked:

Nooo! we all love it! your art is the best, and if you need to take a smol break, do so! just don't stop, we all need you!

I mean– I just dont feel like drawing anymore for this fandom, its not that I’m getting tired of it, I really love peoples Ideas and love y'all for giving me support this far for so long. just I dont have any motivation for it :/

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend and I have been together for over a year and I love him so much, but I just don't feel like having sex anymore and I have no idea why. I think it's a side effect of my birth control/antidepressant. Has this happened to you before/do you have any advice?? I feel so bad cause he thinks it's something about him but it's not at all and idk what to dooooo

It has never happened to me but I know someone who was put on a new antidepressant and it totally killed her sex drive, made her vagina a desert. So if there’s no other problems in the relationship that could be killing your want / need for sex I would talk to your doctor!

cat-nerd-sims  asked:

Hi friend! How are you!? 💕 I had an idea for a pose pack for you if you want. I was looking for poses of someone telling their partner they're pregnant and there's really nothing like that. (I don't need it anymore but I thought it could give you some inspiration!)

Hello friendo! 💖💖 Ooo that’s a great idea!! I’ve seen a one or two poses of people telling their partners they’re pregnant, but they’re all quite similar- y'know, girl holding a pregnancy test, the guy looks shocked/happy. I think it would be fun to try and make some more diverse ones 😊😊 If any of my followers have any particular pregnancy reveal poses they’re after for their stories- eg. Mayb one where the partner is angry? Or faints? Or idk, just lemme’ know in the replies 😊

anonymous asked:

Do you know how the idea of white haired Keith came about?

I… can’t find the source link anymore but it came from one of his earlier designs. He was supposed to have white hair (that he dyes) and fangs (that he files back). I think it was supposed to be an extra nudge towards his Galra heritage but I’d have to check the source material again for that :0 If only I could find it…

- mod: happykeith

To all the mentally ill kids

Take a shower, it will make you feel better

Clean your room, even if it’s just a bit, you’ll feel a little more acomplished

Eat something whether it’s a snack or a meal

Now that that’s done. That show you’ve been wanting to watch but all the episodes are too overwhelming? Watch a couple episodes and forget there are anymore until you want to watch it again~

That story you’ve been wanting to read, but it’s so long and you don’t know how to start? Just pick out a few pages and read those. Read more when you’re ready

Been wanting to draw or paint, but have no idea what to do? Just do whatever~ Doodle eyes, or faces or flowers or stars, etc. Paint little circles and shade them, or trees or anything! It doesn’t have to be good, but you’ll feel good for trying~

And remember any meds you have yet to take, and don’t take anymore than you need to. Stay safe my lovelies

hey there i got something to announce

{{hey dudes as much as i love sally and dbd this account is probably going to be archived or i’m just gonna leave it alone forever (and maybe i’ll start another rp account for meg.. because she’s my bby and i love her)

reason being that i don’t actually use this account anymore and i probably would enjoy it better if i either did an entity rp blog or a meg rp blog or something. reason two being that i don’t play dbd all too much anymore since i don’t really have time (but i still love it too, don’t get me wrong)

anyways yeah if i do end up making an entity rp blog or a meg rp blog i’ll announce it or something on here

have a great day too (here’s some flowers) ❀❀❀

this is the most VAGUE and UNHELPFUL shot in the dark, but I’m trying to remember a song and I have NO IDEA what it was called or who it was by but I just remember hearing it

  • male artist
  • came out no later than 2011 (most likely 2009–2011)
  • I thought it had a Taio Cruz or a Jason Derulo kind of vibe but it doesn’t seem like it’s any of their songs
  • for some reason, the letter F is sticking out in my memory somehow, but I could be wrong about that
  • I feel like it was like … ~I love you, we’re gonna fall off a waterfall, or some other kind of “there are obsctacles, the sky is falling, I still love you babe” themes
  • is NOT Down by Jay Sean
  • I feel like I’m getting CLOSE with Down by Jay Sean, only I remember it being slightly angstier, inasmuch as pop music is ever… angsty.

(JUST SAYING, if my superior sent me out to raid “studs” i’d fucking *get it*, wouldn’t have to ask twice. *snaps fingers* done.) B|

anonymous asked:

Why don't you draw the akaashi as a teacher and bokuto as a single dad anymore? I loved that little series so much.

I have 500 asks and little motivation and I’m trying really hard to put stuff out so some of my other works like the single dad au and the lovechild thing get lost because I’m trying to keep this blog running,

sometimes I just don’t have any ideas so it’s literally the fact that I want to draw for it but I just have no inspiration. It takes a long time to think of the things I draw and then even longer planning how to draw them and I know it might not appear that it takes a lot of time and effort but I’m trying my best not to let this blog consume my life while also updating it as well.

Also, if you want to see more of it then just ask! I haven’t even thought about the au in a long time and getting more asks about it will probably get me thinking about it and then get me to update it probably, it’s just now I don’t know HOW to continue it.


anonymous asked:

Hi juliette. I want to draw more stylistic but here are so many styles that I like, and none of them seem to fit me and I am never content with my drawings. it is stressing me out to the point that I just sit in front of my laptop / sketchbook and cry for like half an hour straight. (Without drawing anything because when I have an idea (which is rare) I don't know how I want to draw it) I can't seem to "just begin" because I don't know how anymore. Do you recognize this / have any advice? Xxx

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