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kjscottwrites · 7 months

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Truly the all time funniest writer thing is when you're doing edits and you think to yourself "omg I've got the PERFeCT sentence to add right here!" and then you stick it in all excited, only to find that literally three lines down you have virtually that exact same sentence in the draft already.

#like thanks past me glad we are on the same page!#writeblr #writers on tumbr #writer things

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wearepeace · 25 days

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“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.” ― Neil Armstrong

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chicacrazy0 · 14 days

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Me fuí de lugares donde no me valoraban lo suficiente, dónde sólo me comparaban, dónde no recibía ni la mitad de lo que yo daba, lugares en dónde ya no era feliz.

Me fui para no pasar más noches preguntándome que hacía mal.

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discoidal · 10 months

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my short story titled "Hush, Moan" is now live on issue 03 of bodyfluids lit! it's paired with some gorgeous artwork by @/xochi_pilli (ig) :))

it's a short & atmospheric read abt baby gays in Catholic school and i've been calling it The Jesus Masturbation Story on here<3 i hope you guys enjoy, and i'd love to hear your thoughts if you end up reading it!

#short story #original short story #writers on tumbr #idk how to tag this so im relying on word of mouth please guys :)) rlly proud of this one!

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dommarhooober · 1 month

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This is with them showing examples.

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xamenh-sto-oneiro · 2 years

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Πάμε να φύγουμε από αυτήν την πόλη, μπερδεύτηκε το αύριο με το χθες

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writtennotsaid · 2 months

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I am made of dry reeds; a single spark will set me alight to burn away throughout the night. The eyes on the charred vessel remind me that my body is of service, even if its is to just burn away, to be nothing more than a momentary blaze to keep the darkness at bay.

#poetry on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #poems #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #poem #my awful poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled words #writers on tumbr

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dactylicreveries · 8 months

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So all of it will heal one day or I will just get used to it?

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yildizsever · 1 year

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Olduğun yere ait hissetmek zorunda değilsin. Çünkü zaten hiç bir yere ait değilsin. An’ların içinde bir gezginsin kendini tanımak isteyen. Ama tanımlamak istemeyen. İçindeki duygular dünyanın neresine gidersen git,kendini götürdüğün müddetçe seninle. Çünkü merkez sensin..

⋆🎥 the way we were, 1973⋆

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moonlightt2000 · 2 months

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Non capirò mai come due persone che si amino non siano capaci di stare insieme ma siano degli esperti nel distruggersi a vicenda e non capirò mai che senso ha credersi vinti se poi nell’anima resta una ferita che non si sanerà mai.

Ma ho capito che crescere, significa anche lasciare andare

E che lasciare andare significa che tornare, non è un opzione.

Moonlight

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winterandwords · 3 months

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Out of context line tag

@starbuds-and-rosedust tagged me to share a line from my WIP with no context. Thanks, friend!

This is from Spin Cylinder (Brett's POV)...

You are the embodiment of pure, efficient violence and I want you so much it’s almost distracting.

Tagging @sam-glade, @sarandipitywrites and @sergeantnarwhalwrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to share an out of context line 💜

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kjscottwrites · 1 year

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Survey Results are In!

>> CLICK HERE TO SEE THE FULL SURVEY

** The doc is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers **

Thanks to everyone who filled out the survey. The results are in and they are so fascinating, and I'm stoked to share them with you!

Those who asked to be tagged in the results are under the cut!

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owlbearwrites · 7 months

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Gonna go with Lost and Found (Atlas). I'm on the edge of my seat. <3

Well, as you know, this has been a writing session AND A HALF. You get the snippet re: the ethics involved in the treatment of AIs.

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“Got any other ideas? Ones that don’t involve me dragging a series of hostages here?”

“Hmm.” Jack taps his chin. “Okay, how about this? We find a robot, one of those more advanced types that’s got, like, enough personality for the Vault stuff to register it as an entity. We set its programming so that it does what it’s told, then get it to ask the question, and then, if we need more answers, we do a factory reset, so then it’s got a brand new personality, right, and then it can ask again and…” He trails off in the face of Rhys’s utterly deadpan stare. “Okay, yeah, that’s kinda… iffy from the moral standpoint, I guess?”

“Iffy?” Rhys cocks an eyebrow. “That’s your value judgment of the plan to repeatedly mind-murder an artificial intelligence to skirt around a rule?”

“Uh… shady?”

“Try again.”

“Unethical?”

“Getting closer.”

“Fine.” Jack rolls his eyes. “It’s fucked up, it’s monstrous, it’s stone cold evil. But it’d work. Probably.”

#wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #writeblr #writers on tumbr #lost and found (atlas)#borderlands #rhack

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nicotine-and-heartaches · 8 months

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why do i feel like im not doing enough with my life. it's crazy just how earlier, i felt this surge of energy building up as though every celestial bodies were finally lining up in my favor then it's 2 am and i find myself scribbling aggressively whatever this is to anchor myself and not fall apart. this huge void in the pit of my stomach is pulsating again as if giving birth to another blackhole.

did i have too much coffee today? is this caffeine crash? i don't like this feeling. actually i wanted to write i hate feeling this way but "hate" is such a strong word and i stopped using it a long time ago. but who actually cares? that's exactly how i feel right now. the same is true of "ugly". i don't use that word anymore. "hate and ugly" have long been taken out of my vocabulary.

but as i dissect my brain now, my subconscious splattered across this white crumpled piece of paper, i guess the reason i chose not to use those words anymore is probably because they are parts of who i am that i don't want to admit, parts of me that i am ashamed of while the itellectual portion of my brain just made up such excuse as "strong word" to deny their existence.

i swear to god, my mind is like a dark alleyway full of twist and turns. and if i cant find the exit, can i at least reach one of the dead ends?

— alaska grace \\ hate and ugly

#hate is such a strong word and so is ugly #spilled ink #poem #writing #poetry #spilled thoughts #writings #dark #alaska #prose #writers on tumbr

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writinglyra · 7 months

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OC Questions Tag

Thank you to @redbloodprose for tagging me in this. Sorry it's taken me this long; I've had a busy month. I'll answer these for Ekela from Monsters and Majesty.

Five words to physically describe your OC

Freckled, shaggy, lithe, young, and tired

Who inspired your OC?

Ekela is pulled from a lot of places. Aesthetically there's sort of an Orpheus quality to him, but it's subverted with his character arc in the end. And I think some of the philosophy I approached the love story with comes from Obi-Wan Kenobi in The Clone Wars.

Give me a song to define your OC

"I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My my my, my my my, my my Right in this moment, this order's tall" - Skinny Love, Bon Iver

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Ekela is obsessed with making a good first impression. He would be extremely nice and probably offer to help with something even if you didn't need any obvious help.

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

I think me and Ekela would get along. A few years after the story ends, and he's closer to my age, I think he'd be a bit more mature. He's a pretty quiet guy and I tend to like quiet people, and we agree on a lot--especially when it comes to sacrifice.

One adjective and one noun to describe your OC

Desperate outsider

I'll tag @sugar-phoenix, @delphicoraclecatss, @veneritia, @worldsfromhoney, and @sourrcandy

#tag game #monsters and majesty #writing #writeblr #writers on tumbr #writinglyra

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nahiyasha · 1 month

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floating through the cosmic unknown

i was once a partly hollowed puppet that trusted the all-knowing people to pull my strings. of course, i knew how to walk the big blue orb on my own but at the same time, because i worried about the immense gaze that was ever so often embedded all over me, i let them take control. because if i committed a mistake on my own, they would immediately shove shame on my face. the moment that they will cease to love the show i gave them is a piercing needle that has always been stuck inside me. i could never bring myself to disappoint anyone. ever.

but as the years dapple me with more knowledge, i realize that people will only care for you when it benefits them. i think that's just our natural human instinct when we want a connection with someone that we perhaps find interesting. when there are the kind of people that make us feel good, this still bears the most of our attention. at least, this has been most of my experience. sometimes, i believe, it's okay. it's okay to follow those who gives you the most pleasurable feelings as long as we understand the limits and our boundaries on certain things.

but when this becomes too much to deal with and this relationship quickly shifts from being so pleasurable to something utterly tormenting, the realization that people only formed a connection with you because it gives them power and are willing to take every good thing that stems from you—is going to leave a lifetime painful impact. how is it that people can appear so genuine but have the most evil intentions?

sadly, this has been the cycle of my friendships during my college years. i only form friendships that lived for as long as a bubble floats in front of me. this, eventually, formed its own universe. when i look back at the earlier years of college, i somehow feel nostalgic with these bubbles of friendships i once had. these people i got to meet but somehow our relationship drifted because we stopped being blockmates. most have graduated, and some had change of plans with their future. i used to pity myself for not being able to keep friendships but then i realized that maybe these kinds of friendships formed on mundane routines just isn't my thing. i am not saying that i need a special kind of connection to remain alive in a friendship, but rather most people i meet were not just meant for me to be genuinely friends with. i guess i just didn't fit in places that i often show up.

if i would be honest, during my long years in college, the only place where i felt like i really belong was in ADVO. despite having a lot of articles to write every single day, the university publication kept me sane. ADVO became my safe space; i was able to express myself in terms of writing, making art, and even in making friends with likeminded people. my self-confidence grew, and for the first time ever, i finally learned how to hold myself a lot better when faced with another human being. however, as years go by and they leave me behind one by one—i found myself going back to where i was before. it was as if i were in my first year of college again. i had no one; i knew no one.

most normal human beings would've probably done it all over again, to make new friends as much as possible, but since i am not normal (AH?!) i hid in my own cave. i just didn't have enough energy to let new people come into my life anymore. at this point, i just really wanted to graduate. sure, i liked our little interactions and the way that they exchange quick banters with their friends were entertaining. but, i have no more light left in me to keep more people at this phase of my life. so, instead of kindling a friendship, i resorted to putting the little energy i had into sharpening my craft: in writing, art, and music.

with this, i had worked with a few writers, have gotten into the world of tattooing, commissioned some tattoo designs, honed my crocheting skills, collabed with a few musicians, and had improved my music/guitar skills. truly, i regret nothing. i may not have had the best of friends nor do i excel greatly in this field, but at least i somewhat have my mental health together. unfortunately, i do not aim high like everyone else. it is just not in my system, so, fulfilling the tiny yearnings that i have within myself were enough to keep me alive this long. now with my frontal lobe fully developed, i have accepted that i can only be certain things when i have the means to do them.

i have learned so much about keeping my mental health in a somewhat acceptable shape—i will forever be grateful that i did this for myself. despite. despite. despite...

as graduation slowly becomes a reality to me, i can finally give myself a pat on the back. this phase of my life is finally turning into a chapter that i can look back to. i can somehow see myself becoming a teacher in the future, but the weight of getting into the world of writing, arts, and music is heavier than my desire to teach: a longing i have been aching to satiate. perhaps this is why i have been so lonely during my college years.

i was once a partly hollowed puppet that trusted the all-knowing people to pull my strings. but i can stand on my own now and i have severed every connection with people that no longer brings value to my life. i am no longer afraid to make mistakes and disappoint people for the choices that i make for my own betterment. shame is a deeply rooted behavior of a person, it is solely a reflection of what they truly feel about themselves when they try to drag you down. i am no longer tied to what pains me.

here's to making a life through the cosmic unknown.

#personal #essay #art #opinion #graduating #gradwaiting #college #prose #writers guild #writerscorner #writers on tumbr #writerscommunity #filipino writer

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