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the960writers · 3 months
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leveysmusings · 5 months
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After a long time, trying something new.
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ramyeonpng · 3 months
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It’s like when your computer somehow downloads a virus and it’s slowing processes in the background but you’re just trying to watch a Youtube video in the front and it’s not buffering because your computer is about to die.
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ancestorsalive · 2 months
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emilysudopoetry · 11 months
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Your kids are playing in the sink,
"I know, I put the towels down."
Your kids are doing flips on the bars,
"I know, I put the mats out."
Your kids are yelling in the store,
"I know, they're checking their echo."
You're kids want to hold my hands,
"I know, they're seeing if you'll let go."
Your kids are arguing with you,
"I know, they're testing their boundries,"
Your kids are touching us,
"I know, they need to feel that you're safe."
Your kids are doing things kids do,
"I know, they're doing things kids do."
Your kids are wild,
"I know, they're free."
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mimiezarifah · 1 month
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love and kindness
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One thing i have come to understand about love and kindness is that their meaning can vary for each person life experience depending on their perspective. From my point of view, i could say that it share a same meaning because love often stems from kindness. I have a particular person in mind who i would use as an example of how love can arise from kindness. He constantly reassures me that my efforts are enough in everything i do, especially during time when i feel i am not enough in anything i did. He often tells me that i am beautiful enough in the eyes of others and encourages me i to take care of myself because when i take a good care of myself i look like the most beautiful girl in his eyes. he frequently surprises me with food and sweets to lift my moods, reminding me daily that everyone loves me however i am. His kindness towards me has bring up my self-confidence and make me fall in love with him.
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tapwrites · 11 months
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Freewriting Exercise to Stretch the Writing Muscles
This exercise helps you get used to writing, and get used to not judging or editing yourself while writing, to let the words flow.
People can find it hard to get back into writing after a hiatus, or struggle to write more than a few words before they start nit-picking their work. This is even good for people who have never done creative writing before!
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Start a 5 minute timer. (An easy way of doing that is searching Google for "5 minute timer" and it'll start one!)
Write. Start with a word. Then another. Keep writing, and don't stop! It doesn't have to make sense, it doesn't have to be good, no one has to see it. You can't stop writing for more than a second for any reason! No time to think! (Not sure what to write? Pick something you see and begin describing it. Or look up a short prompt and use it as the first words. Just continue the sentence!)
When the timer goes off, you're allowed to stop. But if the feeling takes you, just carry on as long as you feel like it.
If able, try handwriting instead of typing. Handwriting is slower, so your brain has more time to mull over what to write next.
When doing the exercise in a group, you could read what you've written out. As you listen to what others have written, look for good things to point out. (They'll probably only notice the bad.)
If you manage to do this once a day, you'll build up "muscle memory" of sitting down to write and actually writing for a good amount of time instead of your editor-brain interrupting.
Maybe you like what you wrote enough to edit it, or expand on it. Who knows? In one of these freewriting sessions, you may come up with some interesting ideas for your next story!
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prospheiro · 4 months
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The Hare at Rest
The grandson knows the tale this rabbit running race only to stumble and fall because of this failure to create pace
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nailsthatglow · 4 months
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rippedstitch-s · 7 months
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SEPTEMBER 20, 2009.
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Under the cut is a free-write detailing a moment in time of Asa Holland's extended stay at St. Irene's. (You can see his full timeline broken down here. )
Please check trigger warnings under the cut before proceeding with reading any further.
tw // medical malpractice, mention of electro-shock therapy, suicide & self harm mention.
--- SEPTEMBER 20, 2009.
Around 2 PM, every day, is when a stretch of sunlight reaches in from the one window in the quiet white room and hits the edge of Asa's mattress.
It curves across his sterile bed, a faded blanket, and by around 3:13 is when it begins to climb the wall. He sometimes counts the seconds - jittery orbs unable to focus too long unless something is ticking in his head, again and again.
Either no focus at all, or far too much.
He's heard other patients complain about the loud ticking clocks in their rooms. Asa almost wishes for it - the sound would turn to white noise. Would distract him, keep him in time like a metronome.
Normally he can sit and write, or draw. And Asa's side of the room has stacks of papers, old scribbles and drawings. Some from years ago, and others from the few days before. He's allowed books, but reading can hurt his head sometimes. Allowed to sit in the rec room and watch movies - but there's only so many times he can watch the three VHSes they have in a never-ending cycle. Half the voices on the television sound warped and garbled, as if they've swallowed mouthfuls of buzzing bugs.
Today he's been 'advised' to stay in bed. And the sunlight continues to slide over his limp feet, his prone legs. He's tired. Always tired after his session of ECT. Always tired after his meds. Always tired. He wonders if others living their lives out in primary school, out at work, walking somewhere on a cool day.. are they all tired, too?
A jolt of residual pain hits his head and fingers cling into sheets. His eyes go blank and then he tries to re-focus. Knuckles ghostly - face gaunt.
Is it supposed to be this way?
How does one ask a doctor if he's doing his job correctly, when your whole life has been doctors and nurses and pitying faces and sympathetic mumbles under breaths?
They know best. They must know best, or else why would this be happening to him?
The thin pillow beneath his head is damp with tears. His eyes feel like they're vibrating in his skull.
Why is this be happening to him?
The shock of phantom lightning to his skull is gone, but it doesn't mean the soreness leaves. Instead he feels simultaneously weightless and heavier than he's ever felt. His body is forming with the stiff mattress. Melting, contorting. Maybe he is the bed now. If a nurse walked in, would she even see him? Or would he be part of the furniture?
What is the life of a bedframe?
St. Irene's rooms are so old, paint peeling and crackling, and he can easily imagine this bed has been here since it's inception back in 1854. Old, disgusting rusty metal. He hates the way it squeaks when they hold him down.
So fussy, aren't we?
He wonders about the patients in 1854. Were the beds shiny and new for them? Did the old ECT machine Dr. Hartley pats the top of every week like some trusty steed exist back then? It wouldn't surprise Asa at all. It looks akin to a medieval torture device. Knobs and buttons he doesn't understand. The 'older apparatus' behind it that Dr. Hartley never uses any more, that looks like some helmet from a dungeon. An artifact. Maybe back then, it was used for something more exciting. Typhus, tuberculosis. Tetanus.
Other T-named diseases... there had to be more. Trypto... Tryptomania? Trythalagia? Tryanasis?
His focus stills on an old nail on the wall, above the empty bed on the other side of the small room.
His roommate is down the hall, watching a film. Asa's cheeks are still wet - eyes must be gummy and glassy too, though it's been a bit since he's looked in a mirror. Wouldn't want to anyways. Head is scratchy from the dull razor they used to shear him earlier.
Easier to get to that pesky head.
So focused on not pulling hairs before the ECT.
So kind of them.
He's motionless except for the occasional twitch of a foot or finger. He barely even blinks.
Just looks at the nail.
It's only 4:07 PM. He wonders if they will notice the nail, and if it will get confiscated.
Or is it enough to stab into the side of his own neck. Or maybe that spot, that burn, where his temple aches so much.
He wonders how long until he's tired enough to at least try it.
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lizardywizard · 1 year
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something about addiction, and adhd, and trying to recover, and not getting out of the hole.
you need to summon up a lot of energy. to climb all the hurdles. to do all the things, to get enough of them *done* that you can get heard and noticed and seen by practitioners for long enough to get out of the hole.
you already know the organisations who need to help you are staffed by a) people struggling, underpaid, worn down to the bit, understandably poor at their jobs b) people who actively hate you and want you dead, because addicts who can't get themselves together deserve to lie in a gutter somewhere c) people who are both of these things, probably.
you stop trying, because you've thrown yourself at the system in desperation enough times that you're pretty sure there's no one actually on the other end of the trust fall. the times they were, some other link in the chain fell through. on separate occasions in both the UK and US healthcare systems (which are very different in physical healthcare but both equally shite for mental healthcare), i've been told by one assessing party that i should go to the hospital and get checked in, and have someone down the chain decide that wasn't needed. why? idk, because they hate my transness maybe, and/or because they didn't have enough resources, enough sleep, enough pay, enough time, because they have no incentive to care and every incentive to resent the patients who come through their doors. because the models are broken.
you get over one hurdle then you get smacked down at another. you run a whole chain of hurdles maybe. assume you can do that, which i did at the time. you're still in an overwhelmed, broken system, one person who's chronically struggling but mostly stable amid a sea of emergencies. you know no one actually cares who is also in a position to help. you feel the social safety net, thin as it ever was, but now actively fraying under you, while below and beneath(tm) you on the web all the people who fell down first nod and sigh
at the top, they hate you for not getting better.
i hate *gestures to all of this*. i wish i knew anything else. i don't know what other countries' healthcare systems are like but there has to be something better than this for mental health. i would like to hear about some positive alternatives.
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mister13eyond · 1 year
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i want to infodump hcs about vin, asphodel & their world so i AM below the cut!
so asphodel is very capable and informed on a lot of skills that have since become obsolete- they're an experienced garment maker, tailor, cook, and know a lot of very traditional handwork skills, but they can't use a smart phone to save their life. meanwhile vin is a twitch streamer and uses the internet for everything, but has absolutely no idea about the offline world (especially since he stays inside as often as he does) and is easily baffled by, like. driving. or cooking. or navigating w/o google maps. (also his sense of direction is Awful)
i think vin has only RECENTLY come to the human world; he remained in Hell for the majority of time and worked there and scarcely interacted with humans & wound up summoned by accident & bound to the human world like... within the last couple years. meanwhile i think asphodel is like, way more knowledgeable but also Not; they're kind of stuck in an archaic mindset and have not kept up well with the progress of technology, but Vin knows like, NOTHING about human history or worldly happenings yet adapted to technology VERY fast.
they both have extremely large blind spots in their human knowledge that make them very fun, especially since they're both kind of contrary to the perspective you'd expect them to have as a demon and an angel. like, vin generally thinks people are neat, and fun, and enjoys them even if it's in kind of a theoretical way. while asphodel is generally disillusioned with people and finds them simultaneously worth learning from but also generally lacking and not worth personal interactions with.
also tbh my views of this universe's "heaven" and "hell" are largely inspired by things like kuroshitsuji and hades, because i LOVE the afterlife being a big bureaucracy
IMO they're like... ok so my idea for the afterlife in this universe is 90% "every religion and lack thereof is simultaneously right, and what happens to you after death is a matter of belief and personal conviction, so careful record-keeping is the main duty of all celestial beings". so like, christian heaven & hell are just one of several Large Bureaucracies and their jobs are to keep track of believers, record their lives & then moderate where they should go once that life ends. Everyone gets a Trial at the end of their life where they have a defense lawyer (angel) and prosecutor (demon) who argue which outcome they should get. permanent sentences in hell are actually pretty rare and hell has adopted more of a greco-roman "serve time for your crimes & then get to go to heaven when your sentence ends" system (with the permanent sentences being Notable Punishments a'la sisyphus, tantalus etc who break Big Fundamental Rules in the Most Egregious Ways). and those who go to hell are essentially doing community service to help the company and/or act as Human Batteries (demons feed on human energy monsters inc style, and collect said energy from sinners) until they've served their sentence and are allowed to go to heaven, which is pretty much, like, just an endless existence where all needs and struggles are no more & people can just Vibe Forever)
mostly because the idea of hell just being dry capitalism & the prison-industrial complex is very funny to me & also i can't think of anything Worse than being forced to endure Capitalism for a little longer
anyways it means that asphodel's outlook is kind of moralistic & judgemental- they were a celestial defense lawyer & therefore are predisposed to judging people based on their actions & hypocracies- while vin's is very neutral, like. well bad people are just more people who need to get their shit together & serve their sentence & then they'll be fine. (and/or they're just Food Sources so no hard feelings.) so he's generally pretty friendly & amenable while asphodel has a very moral judgement model of thinking & cares deeply about Humanity Overall & heavily judges those who act against the good of Humanity, Collectively.
It's part of why they're so anti-technology & why Vin is so chill w/it- they believe much of the progress made in the 21st century is against the Good of Humanity, while Vin generally views it as "some people are cool some people suck but mostly it's just what it is". also ALSO! demons and angels are both beings made of just, like, pure energy. the main difference between them is essentially whether they have a positive or negative charge, basically. angels are tapped into the Universal Source Of All Energy (think lifestream a la final fantasy; this is also the outcome for those who don't believe in an afterlife- their life force becomes one with the universal energy source & melds with all other energy) & can endlessly Produce it, needing no source of energy to maintain life; "tiers" of angels are basically determined by the strength of that connection & how easily they can draw from it; archangels can draw more than angels, etc. while demons are NOT connected to that source and must draw from alternate sources such as humans.
this is why they use sinners as batteries in hell, & also why concepts like incubus/succubus exist- demons who go draw life directly from the living. that 'life' can be collected via strong emotions & strong feelings- they don't have to be negative a la torture BUT that is a very quick & easy way to collect; incubi/succubi generally use seduction to evoke strong emotions; some demons do even use things like comedy to collect. vin has an interest in horror media & horror games BECAUSE he can harvest fear from an audience that way; it's a safe haunted house way of collecting a lot of small snacks instead of one big meal. and the strength of demons is largely determined by how big their stockpile of energy is; higher tier demons have larger stockpiles, while lower tiers like vin usually just collect enough to sustain themselves & don't have much Extra. ANYWAYS I HAVE TO WORK BUT THANK U FOR COMING TO MY OC TED TALK, I THINK THEY'RE FUN
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fr-sane · 9 months
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Do this. Do that. Do everything right. It must be perfect!
Be smart, respectful, kind. Most importantly, you must win!
Don't dare to come down if you're already at the top. But, it's not enough.
I ran my whole life to a circus of love; I thought it was. I kept the chain of thorns you left. I pushed toward the greatness I will never be. I never once had pure happiness, caused by unrealistic standards you had set for me.
Why does genuine love seem too far away to grasp?
I did everything right, like how you told me to, But why am I in a vast sea, still working on things I've been wronged at?
People still talk; they still ruin the hardships that I endured, What I built in years, Crumbling to the words of some people who didn't even feel the slightest pain you caused.
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virovac · 1 year
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Beauty and robots
Roboticist: “Of course our sapient robots can sense beauty. Beauty is merely what we are drawn to while not being stressed out from it. They just don’t have as many meaningless subcategories as we do”
Robot: “Incorrect statement, my beauty categorization system is perfectly optimal. Every other robots’ system of categorizing types of beauty is inadequate.”
Roboticist: “...When you think about it,making robots as arrogant as human philosophers is a great accomplishment in itself.
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dfmapa · 10 months
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Unlocking Your Writing Mojo: Defeating Writer's Block and Staying Motivated
Writer’s block is the bane of every writer’s existence. It’s that frustrating moment when your creativity decides to take an extended vacation, leaving you staring at a blank page, desperately searching for inspiration. But fear not! In this article, we’ll explore some lighthearted and effective strategies to overcome writer’s block and reignite your writing motivation. So, grab your favorite…
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all-hail · 2 years
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Goals
I struggle with envisioning my future, I always have. When I was 13 or 14 I couldn’t imagine graduating high school. When I was 10 I couldn’t imagine being old enough to read the books in the library’s adult section. And now, I don’t know if I even have any long term goals to reach for.
I suppose this is another thing I could blame on mental illness or, perhaps on the pandemic. Depression limited my world to only leaving home to buy a one dollar chocolate bar, and crying in various bathrooms at three in the morning. I genuinely thought “this is my normal” and didn’t expect anything more. The crying is strangely absent now and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do in the new space.
I sometimes have vague but utterly certain predictions - like the belief that one day, I will be hit by a bus. Specifically a bus. Inevitably a bus. But this is apparently a symptom of anxiety and also a very poor five year plan. I wanted to be a writer, almost 15 years ago - still haven’t finished that novel. Any of the many, many novels. I put “professional dishwasher” in my Instagram bio.
I’m going to be thirty in five years. I still think five years ago, I was fifteen. I don’t have a real job, a house, a car, a partner, kids, savings, dental, or paid time off. My future looks like one foot in front of the other and paying rent on time. I can envision maybe three weeks ahead of “now” and the rest is a blur. I say things like “someday when I have money” and mean, “that’s never going to happen”.
My boss jokes that maybe dishwashing is my calling, and I don’t laugh. I have a degree in ceramics that I paid for like this. Probably the only thing I’ve ever really gone after that wasn’t writing. I just wanted to make things. I want to make art that people can use, touch, drink their morning coffee out of. I want to do it without needing the food bank and pity money from my family.
A coworker thanks me for sorting spoons, and it’s the highlight of my day.
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