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Hi, I’ve always been inspired with your writings. I’ve been writing myself for a few years now, but stopped because I thought writing was something I no longer wanted to do. I’m slowly easing myself back into it, and I’m trying to post my writings on Instagram. Can I ask you what tools you use to post your writings? Not going to imitate your style, just trying to figure out my own style for my page. Thank you.

Hello love!

For instagram I’m kind of figuring my own style as well. I feel like my feed is a little simple but I don’t draw as well as other creators and because the whole “insta poetry” thing is a little mainstream now, I prefer to keep it simple and clean rather than something else.

I use two colors, pale beige and white and alternate these on the feed. Then I make sure to every once in a while add a post with a pop of color to break the monotone feeling. There’s really not much else to it. Make sure to use a typography that’s easy to read and to save your posts in the correct 1:1 ratio format that suits instagram best. I do all my posts on photoshop or procreate when I can’t access the computer.

Here are some insta accounts with layouts I really like: 

notesandnovels || perrypoetry || morsusengel

trisha_poetry || masa_tattooer || 94mlk

ohgigue 

What are some you like?

Follow @easylearning_mental_health 🐦 Great post from @trisha_poetry 👍 (at Ljubljana, Slovenia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Ah07hALBg/?igshid=1rlzlfbgh1inn

Quote by Trisha Haidar

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Saying goodbye to one year doesn’t mean you must say goodbye to the hurt just as easily 🥀 . . When a new year approaches, you feel this innate need to start over, to try again, begin from scratch. To rid yourself of the hurt and feel like a new person. At times, this is incredibly helpful to your wellbeing, at others, you wonder why you have to leave all the toxicity and pain behind. Pain doesn’t work like that. It lingers within you, and a new day, a new date will not erase the past. Your feelings are valid. Your pain is still relevant even if the year is new and fresh. I woke up today, on January 1 2020, feeling hopeful and good about the coming year. That maybe this time the year will be kind to me. But instead, I cried so many tears. I thought about the times I was lied to, abused, made to feel like a fool so many times by someone in 2019 and it still lingers to this day. Like I deserve all of the pain for trying too hard. Letting go is not easy. Pain stays within you until it numbs and you have learnt better for it. So celebrate what you have achieved in 2019, welcome growth and change for the new year and always remember that just because a new year has begun, it doesn’t mean you have to close a chapter. 

p/s: this is what close to what I feel during this whole new year thing. i just don’t get with the fuss of “new year” when i still have this shit feeling lingering all over my head. this same emotion that I have from 2019. yeah it’s new year but i’m still the same , fuck up as ever and don’t feel 1% of alive. I feel so numb, trying to put my emotion into words, trying to understand what’s the root of this roller-coaster emotion but seem like I left with zero answer.

 I eat well, sleep well but something was missing. to be honest, I was crying night of new year. I feel useless when thinking of how I spend 5-6 years doing NOTHING! I was not dating, I couldn’t get any jobs and worse I gain around 30kg and not to mention having multiple personality. what could get more worse then that? my little sister trying to list something that I should feel grateful from 2019 to make me feel a bit better and I realise there’s few thing good happen but for me it’s not enough. I feel totally loser for being happy just because I eat lots of good , I mean what the fuck is that???-____“ it’s not like i’m not grateful but I just tired. I wanna be healthy, happy, pretty and having boyfriend and i’m not talking about married. I could dating for years without thinking about married. but at least can god give me some fucking guy?? well I know i’m not going out often but there’s time I go shopping or do some errand for my aunt but can god do some magic and tadaaaa a guy for you girl :))))))

 can you please give me at least that little shit ? i’m not asking much, just little bit happiness for this unlucky girl. you know I’ve been suffer since I was kids, you give so many hardship, i even been molested by that monster ,i was 5 y/o, 5 fucking years old!!!! and because of him i become sex addict at a young age, and until now can’t stop myself from watching porn. if only i’m not aware of my body,i’d would because biggest slut in this entire world!! i would sleep around and making money by doing that!

but nope, i was too scared getting pregnant and even refuse to sleep with my fucking even my pussy keep want that D!!

but i’m glad i don’t sleep with that jerk. i got turn off seeing his little dick and his stinky breath !!

and what you still think that was not enough and you throw another bus to me? god you know more then anyone else. i’m tired god so please just please help me or should I just die? will I go straight to hell cause i fail your test?

sometimes i was thinking did you perhaps forgot about me? because you been busy trying to save other “nice people” and i’m not one of them?  is it because i’m not from palestin. syria or maybe because i can’t recite quran , or maybe because i’m not good girl like others do but isn’t you know the best what’s in my heart? can you see how much i’m trying fixing myself to be better.? i’m wearing hijab even i don’t want to cause i know that’s what i should do. that’s the right thing to do. i look after my sick dad even he throw me when i was little. even when he abuse me with his words and his punishment. i pray because that’s the only way for me to reach you. i’ve done everything but why can’t you see and stop my pain? why you keep me suffer? 

i do everything what people thought me” how to be good servant” to you but seem like it’s never enough. so tell me why should i live?

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