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akwartone · 1 year
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#34 "I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck?" #calligraphy #calligraphyart #calligraphylettering #art #modernlettering #lettering #calligrapher #quote #handlettering #calligraphymasters #artoftype #keepwriting #calligraphylove #calligraphypractice #typographyandcalligraphy #kaligrafi #letters #calligraphie #thyluth #letteringdaily #diy #handmadefont #akwartone #typography (w: Kraków, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck8-O9zK7i-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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impossibleninjacoffee · 7 months
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I honestly cannot wait for the time I am published and people read my books and they write slice of life-fanfics about my characters that I treated so badly. Somehow, if I do it, it feels pretentious. I feel like our characters could be more alive through the eyes and typewriters of others than through ours...
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keepwritingpostcards · 6 months
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A response to Keep Writing 173 (September 2023) asking you to share something abuot yourself now and see if you can relate in the future (cards will be returned in 15 years!).
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#letterpress#mail#keepwritingpost#keepwritingproject#penpal#writing prompt#keep writing#keepwriting#mail art#prompt
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cecocd · 1 year
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"Искреността убива приятелството и отблъсква любовта!" Cyrillic Calligraphy TSE #artgalleries #artoftheday #artcalligraphy #arttypography #bulgariaalfabet #bulgariancalligrapher #bulgariancalligraphy #bulgarianletters #handlettering #handcalligraphy #typo #calligraphyaddict #calligraphycyrillic #calligraphyphrase #calligraph #calligraphybulgaria #calligraphylettering #calligrafriends #calligraphypractice #keepwriting #tseart #love #frendship #tattoo #артгалерия #арткалиграфия #българскакалиграфия #калиграфиябългария #калиграфия #любов https://www.instagram.com/p/CpuY_ArofCB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I started having dreams about you again last night.
Your dad seemed happy wherever he was, and you appeared to look healthy.
I missed your touch. Your skinny fingers exploring my curvy body.
Emotions run heavy knowing you’re the love of my life. The one who I can’t have.
I’m sad to see you in my dreams, and I wake up disappointed every time.
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venusnixian7 · 2 years
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I just realized something
I just started writing, like I write on Wattpad and I stopped writing for a while because I was mad at myself for not writing good enough for people to want to read my story. ( keep I mind that this is my first story, I only got like three chapters ). But I realized that people are like me, I don’t read stories unless they have a minimum of 5 chapters. I know not everybody is gon love my story and people are not gonna like my writing BUT I shouldn’t let views dictate whether or not I keep writing.
Anyway hi yall this my first post hope you like ❤️
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bucklemonster2 · 2 years
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79. New Brain New Me (Nederlands beneden)
79. New Brain New Me A poem by Emilia Sameyn 21/10/2022 A brain blessed with a crack New view of Earth Every day I take what I have to swallow The man with the glasses Says it's time for a different kind of pill I am, who I am Good side, bad side No, don't let me change You can always go back Said the man with the glasses Well then, open my head And let the chemicals do their job Who am I really? Will I ever know We are, who we are With our own brain With or without pills Wherever we go Here we are
79. Nieuw Brein Nieuw Ik
Een gedicht door Emilia Sameyn 21/10/2022
Een brein gezegend met een barst
Nieuw zicht op de Aarde
Elke dag slik ik wat ik moet slikken
De man met de bril
Zegt dat het tijd is voor een ander soort pil
Ik ben, wie ik ben Goede kant, slechte kant
Neen, laat me niet veranderen
Je kan altijd terug Zei de man met de bril
Goed open mijn hoofd
En laat de stoffen zijn werk doen
Wie ben ik echt? Zal ik het ooit weten
We zijn, wie we zijn
Met ons eigen brein
Met of zonder pillen
We mogen er zijn
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akwartone · 1 year
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#36 "I want to see what happens if I don't give up" #calligraphy #calligraphyart #calligraphylettering #art #modernlettering #lettering #calligrapher #quote #handlettering #calligraphymasters #artoftype #keepwriting #calligraphylove #calligraphypractice #typographyandcalligraphy #kaligrafi #letters #calligraphie #thyluth #letteringdaily #diy #handmadefont #akwartone #typography (w: Kazimierz, Krakow, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClJzmNMqj1d/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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evannanders-blog · 4 months
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I'm beyond thrilled to have my poem "A Barista Training Manual for Essential Workers" in the #whywewrite fall issue of Michigan Quarterly Review.
This poem is dedicated to the baristas who sailed with me through holidays, doubles, clopens, birthdays, and brew room mid-shift drinks.
There are too many people to list, but you're all here with me, working the line. All the beautiful ghosts are here. Thank you.  ❤️❤️
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keepwritingpostcards · 9 months
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A response to Keep Writing 169 (May 2023) asking you to have two different friends give you words that describe yourself - one a noun, and one an adjective.
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cedorsett · 1 year
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We've all gone through a lot over the last few years, Many of us are questioning the fundamentals of our lives. What do we keep and what do we chuck overboard so we don't go under. The one thing we can't get rid of is our dreams.
Dreams can feel crushing. We set goals and deadlines for when we want to hit certain milestones, then we punish and beat ourselves up if we don't achieve them in the timeframe we chose. Stop doing that.
Dreams are the seeds for the active hope that gets us out of the bed in the morning and drives us to live our true selves in more honest and authentic ways. I understand how we all are trapped in late stage capitalism, but we can't see all of our life as a capitalist enterprise.
If we don't do the things that will feed, nurture, and grow our souls, we can't be surprised that we feel dead inside. There is nothing wrong with making it possible to make money from our dreams, but we shouldn't do them for the money. We do them for the love and the hope that other people will love them too.
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sherrygideons · 1 year
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Love Yourself Challenge ❤️ #sherrygideons #whoareyou #truelovelanguages #relatable #viral #tiktok #instastory #laugh #lovelanguage #picoftheday #bepatient #purpose #poems #communityofwriters #digitalartwork #wordgasms #keepwriting #showusyourtype #writingprompt #positivethoughts #joyful #laughter #myheart #quoteoftheday #collageart #funnyaccount #love #lovetowrite #explorepage #selfcare (at Phoenix, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coqy556twdc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mkmoondust · 1 year
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Thank you @doulaofwords and @notsuchasecret and @fiddlinphil for joining me today as we read, wrote and discussed amazing things all morning long. This is most definitely my #Day42 poem - the answer to life the universe and everything (at least right now). So glad to be able to say that my #AYearofPoetry challenge is going so well. Happy Monday everyone!!!!! #SacredCircle #Keepwriting #EarlyMorning https://www.instagram.com/p/ConNelnvZJC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ladyangelsea · 1 year
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❄️WEIGHING IT UP❄️ What's one thing you love about writing your current work in progress... and one part you really do not enjoy? Writing a novel is like stepping into a world of endless possibilities. The imagination runs wild and the characters come to life in ways you never thought possible. However, as with any journey, there are bound to be some obstacles along the way. One of the biggest challenges I face as a fantasy author is the dreaded 'middle of the book slump.' It's that point where the excitement of the beginning has worn off and the end is still not in sight. It's easy to lose motivation and wonder if all the time and effort put into the story is worth it. But that's the beauty of writing, it's all a test of perseverance. It's about pushing through the difficult parts and coming out the other side with a story that you're proud of. So, to all my fellow writers out there, keep pushing. Keep writing. Your story is worth it. What do you love and hate about the writing process? Tell me in the comments below! ❤️👇 ❄️❄️❄️ #writingjourney #writingtips #keepwriting #perseverancepaysoff #writingtipsandtricks #writeitout #novelistsofinstagram #perseveranceiskey #authorsoninstagram #writingchallenges #writersclub #amwritingfantasy #writingstruggles #writinglifestyle #justkeepwriting #mywritinglife #biggestchallenge #writingcommunityofinsta #writingmotivations #writingproblems #keepwritingyourstory #motivationalposts #writingadvice #fantasywriters #progressdaily #writerofig #bookwriter #writingmotivation #fellowwriters #perseveranceisthekey (at Naperville, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnnDccBvJRT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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danielleelizabethhh · 4 months
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Dream journal
12.15.23
7:55am
France. 🇫🇷.
This is the third dream that I’ve ended up exploring around France. I have no clue how I’ve travelled there, if it was by boat, plane, flying, or even teleported but somehow I wind up there.
I was with my husband trying to look for the perfect place to take some pictures// selfies. We even stopped at a little cafe and it was full of people. I even remember observing everyone, there was a table of 4 or 5 people across from where we were sitting and it looked pretty rough around the edges, and one even approached me. She thought she could be slick and try to rob me but I reminded her I was from America and a city where if you’re going to rob someone to do it right - all of a sudden she left.
I was even speaking in French in my dreams ( which I only know a few words ) so that was pretty cool. I ran into a few French natives who spoke English. This entire time my husband and I are so stunned by how beautiful this country is, and we weren’t even in Paris or anywhere near there. Wherever we were it was gorgeous. Possibly the country side of France.
Typically when I write my dreams down I like to read about the meaning and figure out what in my life is symbolizing this in my unconscious? Dreams have always fascinated me and I truly believe that the dreams we have during our sleep is insane powerful. Like Carl Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate”.
I’ve been going through a transition in life where I’ve been moving on and letting go of the past in order to continue to heal myself. This dream I had regarding being abroad, being a married woman, having my husband there and down to all the details this dream symbolized everything that I was currently going through. Also, a reminder that good things will be happening.
The fact that I was abroad symbolizes change, change of environment, and being open to welcome change.
Being in France meant that there will be mental comfort and being calm. Also, leaving the past and working towards a happier future. A new life that offers more happiness and joy.
There’s also meaning behind being a married woman, and her husband traveling to France. It can mean that a happy event is coming for them.
Thankfully, this dream for me represents so much in my current life it’s incredible. I really think everyone could benefit from keeping dream journals for this reason. It will help you better understand yourself.
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creatrixblog · 1 year
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Offerings I gave the bones to seraphim, and prayed to shrines of devas: the flower petals are falling from the altar, old husks, blown in the sweep of clothing as I walk by and bow, upright. I studied all the arcana in summer, and carved the runes in discs of oak. More word bundles, obeisances, offered to the muse of Calliope, there are no creeds that make much sense anymore. The blinding street lights, bend their arc of brilliance, and the crass line of vehicles passes all the godly faces by and the highway roar wakes me from a unkempt meditation. Still I burn these incense bundles, and procure the light of flame, the water purified by flower offerings. Who can say if we are hedging bets, faith is a joyous master that moves in the shadows of the home, rustling in the open window. #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetryoftheday #poem #writingcommunity #keepwriting (at Ojai, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnkK1-APp01/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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