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"We Are all stories, in the end." ~ Doctor Who
I wrote a small 737 word chapter tonight and I’m very pleased with it :)Still not sure about what kind of genre it’s going to be but I’ve got an idea of what the plot might be
langleav: New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang …………. My NEW book Memories is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository
violentwavesofemotion: “I always feel abandoned by those who are laughing and talking as if they had left me out, whereas it is I who get cut off by my own nature and separateness.” — Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated
Nobody ever suspects the butterfly...
violentwavesofemotion: “Bear boldly up against the storm: continue wise and mild, but believe it, and indeed it is, your duty to be happy. Hold on, beloved one.” Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812
89words: “The early morning chill is nice to savor.” — Anna Akhmatova, from White Flock: Poetry Of Anna Akhmatova
violentwavesofemotion: “The mountains were fragrant with pine and honey.” — Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961
liquidlightandrunningtrees: “Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.” — Henry David Thoreau
quinnyandco:don’t wait for the attentions of Lady Catherine De Bourgh. Become your OWN esteemed patroness
thecynical-idealist: “Starving starlit lovers eating iridescent desire like a soft raspberry cake.” — - “Marie Antoinette”, The Cynical Idealist.
lovecherub: “Be literal. Be devoured by light.” — John Allen Taylor, from “History of My Godlessness,” published in The Common (via lifeinpoetry)
vethox:“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”Quote by Sylvia Plath
delicatelittlefawn: “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via naturaekos) Exactly this and
salemwitchtrials: Dawn, Octavio Paz [ID: I open my eyes / still / I am living / at the center / of a wound still fresh]
soracities:Virginia Woolf, The Waves
saras-scrapbook: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
philosophybits: “A nihilist is not one who believes in nothing, but one who does not believe in what exists.” — Albert Camus, The Rebel
weltenwellen:Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
violentwavesofemotion: Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “In The Dugout,”
weltenwellen:Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry
relatablepoetryandquotes:“You stand next to the sea and you’re in touch with all your longings and all your losses.” - Elizabeth Hay, Late Nights on Air
soracities: Philip Larkin, ‘An Arundel Tomb’, The Whitsun Weddings [Text ID: “What will survive of us is love.”]
plasticblisss: “Persephone climbed into her husband’s lap as if it were her throne, as if she never sat anywhere else. Hades, stiff and frightening to eyes of others, let the flower goddess run her fingers through his hair like any love drunk young
dreamingeuphoria:the sheer level of galaxy brain jane austen was on when she wrote “if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more”
luthienne: Rita Dove, “The Venus of Willendorf”
flowerytale:Florence and the Machine – All This And Heaven Too
lecataste: Anne Frank | The Diary of a Young Girl | 1947
arrealhue: “If Love’s a Sweet Passion, why does it torment? If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content? Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain, Or grieve at my Fate, when I know ‘tis in vain? Yet so pleasing the Pain, so soft is
violentwavesofemotion: Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998
adalimons:Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D. M. Thomas, from “The Road is Black.”
flowerytale: Mary Shelley ― Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
onyxheartbeat:violentwavesofemotion: “I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved; I clutched at the lovely moments of life; my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to
palestinasim: I overthink. I over love. I over feel. I’m the sea or I’m nothing. Juansen Dizon
medusagirlfriend:J.D. McClatchy, “THE DIALOGUE OF DESIRE AND GUILT”
oephelia: “I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very
flowerytale: Virginia Woolf ― The Waves
wnq-writers: “I truly believe there’s a kind of love that only arrives once in your life. You give it your all, and when it’s gone, you can’t ever love someone the same way. -A soul mate.” — journalsbyrm
weltenwellen: Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods
surqrised: “I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.” — Andrea Gibson
surqrised: “There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.” — Juansen Dizon
hollyreads: “I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.” — Emily BrontëWuthering Heights1847
paralysaurus: fmsavage: paralysaurus: fmsavage: mrpdiesel: enkiduofvideogames: cynicaltechnophile: enkiduofvideogames: kateordie: alaskaskellum: Something for my feminist theory class. I’d love to see the reactions to this from a crowd. I
blue-eyed-girl69: When my world falls down around me, And the ground is sinking sand; When peace can’t be found on this earth, I reach out for your hand. Then when your hand wraps ‘round my own, A strength pours from your soul; It brings me to a
domina-et-servus: Just because you crawl for Her, kneel for Her, beg for Her, and wait for Her commands doesn’t mean you can’t also be strong. A guard dog licks the hand of his Owner, and yet he also possesses fangs.Be strong in your defense of Her.
write-the-wrongs: -justinrecio: smitty-werben-nigger-manjensen: taycreatesmemories: krisallenr: AJS;DFLKAWJEF;LKA WEHAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD OMGGGGGGGGGGG LOOOOOOOOOOOL
writing-the-difference: itstjxo: . Not reaching my dreams
writing-the-difference: I don’t know what I do but for some reason people always feel super comfortable talking to me about their problems and it makes me happy but it also makes me sad like no don’t let other people hurt you you’re beautiful
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Writing the dramatic death scene
writing the future
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![soracities: Philip Larkin, ‘An Arundel Tomb’, The Whitsun Weddings [Text ID: “What will survive of us is love.”]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5867b006409e3ec78146bb7efdfd8006/a8fe3a359d1d44e4-48/s500x750/d5820accd4b24c594ed0f1887ed5caa5f01f0d0f.png)
