I knew how much of a beautiful writer you were, but you know. Sometimes you really don't know how beautiful until you really see it incorperated into something that's circulated around a beloved fandom. This is exactly what happened to me. I don't think my eyes opened as much until I read this, though I knew the poetry in your voice long before. It's a complicated thing to decide your thoughts on, writing is. And this... you say my writing is inspiring. Girl... few words for you.
First of all, your ability to write such an intense scene. I mean, it was truly a crushing scene. You got that across. Both the sorrowful beauty, the other side of pain, and the overwhelming joy that came in the form of some forms of regret that just filled the reader. There are so many things you regret when you realize that you’ve reached the end. At first instinct, this creates worry, but by the end, that worry is replaced by all the rushing feels I'd just mentioned. but let me just say: details. Holy fucking god, details. The imagery, the metaphors, all the devices you used... sheer detail, it blew my fucking right hand off. The left one went soon too. Like. It was all beautiful and would flow together, making the dark requiem of a melody.
There’s so many things you forget when you realize that there’s still time, still life. And it gets pushed back down, down into the whirlpool: shrinking, and forgetting, and disappearing. And you can breathe that sweet, sweet air without fear or worry. Beautiful. God. Fucking beautiful. It comes full circle, from the scene of activity to what lays it out. The perfect end to the perfect intro to the perfect sandwich. You have amazed me in such a breathtaking way. Those last three paragraphs- details carved from vanilla marble. Beautiful. I cannot stress that word enough. Just amazing. I envy you.
really don't know how beautiful until you really see it incorperated into something
that's circulated around a beloved fandom. This is exactly what happened to me.
I don't think my eyes opened as much until I read this, though I knew the poetry
in your voice long before. It's a complicated thing to decide your thoughts on,
writing is. And this... you say my writing is inspiring. Girl... few words for you.
First of all, your ability to write such an intense scene. I mean, it was truly a
crushing scene. You got that across. Both the sorrowful beauty, the other side of
pain, and the overwhelming joy that came in the form of some forms of regret that
just filled the reader. There are so many things you regret when you realize
that you’ve reached the end. At first instinct, this creates worry, but by the end,
that worry is replaced by all the rushing feels I'd just mentioned. but let me just
say: details. Holy fucking god, details. The imagery, the metaphors, all the devices
you used... sheer detail, it blew my fucking right hand off. The left one went soon too.
Like. It was all beautiful and would flow together, making the dark requiem of a melody.
There’s so many things you forget when you realize that there’s still time, still life.
And it gets pushed back down, down into the whirlpool: shrinking, and forgetting,
and disappearing. And you can breathe that sweet, sweet air without fear or worry.
Beautiful. God. Fucking beautiful. It comes full circle, from the scene of activity to
what lays it out. The perfect end to the perfect intro to the perfect sandwich. You have
amazed me in such a breathtaking way. Those last three paragraphs- details carved from
vanilla marble. Beautiful. I cannot stress that word enough. Just amazing. I envy you.