Young Writers Society

fight club happening in the yewis chat rn pull up

we need a yws for adults

Hey ya'll, this is a quick life/creative update.

I have a podcast called Twinkledad's. It's an emo/punk life advice show akin to something like Dear Sally, but not only do listeners send in questions explaining their situation and asking for advice, they are also given three to four emo/punk/adjacent song recs that might help the subject cope with their emotions. It's something I've done on and off over the past five years in various formats, but I'm happy for Twinkledad's to be more accessible than it has ever been.

Episode 0 is up everywhere you find podcasts and serves more as a prologue episode, so if you want an internet stranger to tackle your problems head on (no matter what it's about), please send your questions to twinkledads69@gmail.com. Please feel free to get as open and as vulnerable as you want. This podcast is about you. You are the priority. Once again, the email is twinkledads69@gmail.com. Please. But you also don't have to.

The Spotify link is below. Thank ya'll for reading and or considering listening to it. Hope ya'll are well and happy holidays.

https://open.spotify.com/show/2dtrnUECLDtAFR54CN6uSC

*boot shaped country noises*

Howdy, I’ll have a life update post soon because it’s due time, however I wanted to make a status about the suicide of French film director Jean-Luc Godard that happened this morning.

Younger me spent a lot of time ping-ponging around what’s considered to be “the best pieces of art”, in hopes that this mass consumption would magically make my art good. I was fourteen, stupid, and heavily pretentious. I watched Godard’s Breathless that summer, stranded at my sister’s house and on the couch with her estranged mother. We sat through it together, feeling jolted by how unenjoyable the experience was. I referenced it in a poem I posted on here, tying the film to my then-ignorance of what love was and the belief that true love would crush my heart.

It’s been eight years since and although my opinions on his films are split, my understanding of his work is clear now that time has past. Directors like him and Truffaut had such unhealthy relationships with art because they treated it bigger than existence. They didn’t make film to recreate what they’ve seen, but introduce elements they want to consume and love. It’s a sense of invention and innovation you can only do in a form of art. There’s no real excitement in our personal lives that match it. It was something I’ve always admired that I couldn’t contextualize on my first viewing of Breathless. Even though I still find the substance droll, the storytelling through the visual and audio cuts doesn’t fail to excite me because it felt exciting to Godard. It truly is the love of art over everything else.

Someone tweeted about his decision of committing assisted suicide as he was “too exhausted” and expressed sorrow that nobody was able to fix it. He was 91 and lived a life much bigger and longer than most of us can or will. There’s some magic in that.

Rest In Peace and god bless.

YWS blogs in their heyday (2008-2010) were truly wild.

TW: offensive, ableist language

r u kidding me i came to leave a <3 msg and i learn that i missed ur birthday???? happy bday bro hmu sometime u got them digits

Happy Birthday!!! 🎂

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday

I was about to post that I joined YWS when I was in middle school and now I'm graduating college in two weeks, but that reminded me that my nine (?!) year anniversary is coming up. Whack.

Omg you're still active on here??! I used to be JC Shore back in like 2014 before I left, if you remember.

Hi.

It's strange being 21 & in "like" with someone to the point that I'm finally reading Murakami.

happy belated cake day!! <3