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hairtusk · 8 months
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The Journals of Sylvia Plath (July 1950 - July 1953)
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milos-journal · 4 months
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i dont really post art here anymore. but yeah i’ll post this shitass doodle while this show is trendy
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lyralit · 4 months
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1.1.24 - writing progress & new year's resolutions
I've recently decided to try and write a little every day: so today I sat down and put on a timer (I use this one) but I changed the pomodoro settings to 10 minute work time and 1 minute break (with a 5 minute long break). I wrote 1,3k in a sitting! This is the most I've written in so long.
here are some writing things I want to try in the new year: - keeping a writing progress chart - doing ten minute writing sprints with 1 minute pauses - having conversations out loud on a voice memo and retyping it later on - writing scenes in the order I feel like writing them and reorganizing them later - having a journal of random scenes that I can put into stories (keeping track of my random prompts) - keeping a word count diary
on the other hand, here are my writing (related) resolutions! - post consistently on tumblr, both with journal (like this one) entries and prompts - to try and keep writing even if it's bad. you can be a bad author, or you can not be one at all (though frankly I don't *really* believe this. but it's a resolution, so I'll try) - engage my tumblr community! (would anyone be interested in sharing their own prompts in responses to asks?) - this is The Year (like last year and the one before). I'm going to Write A Book. - stay in love with writing. even if it means knowing when to stop, or trying to start again.
but cheers to everyone I've met in 2024, who have come, and cheers to those who have stayed. I wish you the best creative year yet. until tomorrow!
k.
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teentoospoiled · 4 months
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débutante diaries
weekly journal entries reflecting on my teen years, advising teenage viewers for their adulthood debut
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My ignorance sabotaged me.
As smart as I was as a teenager, I didn’t know any better making a lot of past choices. I either followed the misguidance of my mother or had to figure things out myself because no guidance was available.
How could I know any better when my parents, grandparents and other adult authority figures were equally immature?
Immature and ignorant about money, womanhood and specifically dating.
My ignorance has led me to experience many harsh lessons. Lessons that made sure I smartened myself up.
Not even harsh lessons. In fact, many of my “shoulda, coulda, would’ve,” moments come from reflecting on misuse of my time.
Instead of listening to music on my hour plus journey to work, I wish I was listening to podcasts about financial literacy and investing (like Bitcoin! Damn I should’ve!)
Instead of giving grown ass men access inside my teen body, I wish I could have educated myself on abstinence and how to practice hypergamy with boys my age. In addition to preparing myself for dating up as an adult.
I won’t waste time wishing anymore. Instead, I am choosing to teach myself game I deserved to know as a teen. Game about these boys (men now). Game about life and how evil, Shiesty people keep the world balanced.
I have entered a new, interesting part of my womanhood. One which has me reflecting on where I’ve been in life and where I’m going.
Where I’m going is determined by the steps I choose to take. That’s why I’m making more wiser moves, starting with journaling about my teenhood instead of trying my hardest to forget those memories, some memories being my darkest moments.
2024 is already starting off an interesting year. So, let me sign off by stating an intention for success:
I have evolved into a woman who inspires strangers on sight. My aura, attitude and accomplishments attracts additional abundance. I am proud of the person I am and the progress I’ve made.
BuyMeACoffee, but I prefer wine ;)
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scarfacemarston · 1 year
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Arthur vs John Meteorite
I tried to look through past posts of mine since this seemed familiar, but I couldn’t find it. Sorry if it’s a repeat, but my files say it’s not.  I’m going through a crap ton of pics so I sometimes lose track. Arthur:
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Transcript: Found a rock that had fallen from the heavens. John:
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Transcript: Found a meteor, I think they are called. Glad it did not land on me. Very true, John.
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Deep down I feel I can never be myself, nor do I truly know who that self is, only that I believe she is inherently unloveable.
September 5, 2022 
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caitlinsinterlude · 5 months
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jeff buckley
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elementnumber33 · 8 months
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We as a society should talk more about skeleton violins
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traumatizedjaguar · 1 month
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My journal entries from when I was a little kid:
“I hate myself/im a bad person/i ruin everything/I can’t forgive myself for all the shit I’ve done/im an unforgivable person/fuck my life/I hate everything and everyone/i deserve to die/the world would be better off without me/humanity is inherently evil/i deserved what they put me through.”
My journal entries now:
*coping mechanisms* *online therapy workbooks* *how well my day went and all the positive things* *self love* *keeping track of moods, meds, anxiety, etc* *using my entries to read back on and self reflect* *thinking logically about who I am instead of what my abusers instilled in me*
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lady-wallace · 5 months
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Record of a Crusader (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
This was the fic I wrote for the Stardust OVA Zine! A journal entry style story from Kakyoin's point of view.
The zine is also currently running a leftover sale so if you missed out, go check it out! There's a lot of fun stuff and beautiful art and fics in the zine!
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December 1st 1988
It's been a while since I've written a journal, but I felt compelled to buy one after seeing someone selling them in the market today. After all, this is the kind of journey that deserves to be written down.
I suppose I should start off by introducing myself: I'm Kakyoin Noriaki, a high school student from Japan. It was a chance meeting—perhaps one would even say destiny—that led me to my current location in India, in the company of some interesting travel companions.
While it's been barely the course of a couple weeks since I met Kujo Jotaro and his grandfather Joseph Joestar, I can't help but feel like I've known them for years. Even to the point that I instantly felt compelled to help save Jotaro's mother after knowing her for barely a day. It's not just because Jotaro saved my life, I feel like we were bound to meet, one way or another. Avdol spoke about the connection Stand users have; how we're inexplicably drawn to each other. Perhaps that is all the answer needed to my question of supposed destiny, but, I still can't help but feel there is a higher purpose to the five of us coming together.
I remember reading in school about the crusaders on their holy missions. Perhaps it's a bit of a bold statement to say, but I feel like we too are on a crusade—one that will hopefully end in the defeat of DIO and Holy Kujo's return to health.
But for now, we're already on our way to our next destination. I'm sure there will be plenty of time to take down more accounts later.
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Read on Ao3
Read on FF.net
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hairtusk · 12 days
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sunday full of blues and greens. last day of the easter holiday. strong yorkshire tea and reading in bed. wrapping up in wool jumpers to plant seeds as a family in the garden, ready for the greenhouse. watching our little clementine trees growing big and strong. eating homemade pesto pasta that my boyfriend sent me home with. laura marling cds arrivinh in the post and finding the most beautiful olive nail polish for spring. tomorrow i'l be back in the classroom teaching my students, but today i get a final day of rest.
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juno-infernal · 6 months
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raining-tulips · 5 months
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an excerpt from my journal, 12/19/16, and some sunset photos from around the same time.
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teentoospoiled · 4 months
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débutante diaries
weekly journal entries reflecting on my teen years, advising teenage viewers for their adulthood debut
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Go.Little. Rockstar!
The holidays have been very hard these past few years, particularly the last two. I was in isolation for the purpose of elevation, which meant I had to watch my favorite holidays come and go as I watched in sadness and deep resentment.
Gifts were not given often or every year growing up. This was due to lack of funds , moving and honestly the lost of the holiday spirit amongst my household.
The greatest gift I have given to myself was cutting my mother out of my life. Now and in the future. I can now cherish the memories of us in peace, including the time she surprised my brother and I with Christmas gifts after telling us that she couldn’t afford Christmas this year.
My brother and I woke up excited to open gifts. We rushed to our pretty white Christmas tree to find cards with our names on it. We opened it to find money and a note apologizing for the absence of Xmas this year.
We returned to our rooms and about 25 minutes later my mother comes out of her room with a black garbage bag full of gifts. Both of her children were in genuine shock and honestly deep gratitude.
We lived in a NYCHA projects so we both had friends who rarely if ever gotten Christmas gifts. Our friends who had drug addicted mothers, our friends in foster homes and more. Struggle was seen by us since the start.
It’s been over ten years since that day. This Christmas is an opportunity for me to cherish my childhood and my fur children. I cannot wait to pull the same stunt on my children.
Thanks Mom. I hope you and your raggedy ass son are having a safe, abundant Christmas
Merry Christmas
BuyMeACoffee, but I prefer wine ;)
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scarfacemarston · 2 years
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Dutch, Hosea and Arthur newspapers
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The ones by Arthur’s bed. 
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paradoxical-plutonian · 2 months
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It would be wrong to say I am grieving. Grieving feels like such an active process, a constant yearning. Instead, I feel passive acceptance in a world washed of color.
-02/04/2024
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