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kalbi-duam · 19 hours ago
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Kadının yüzünde bir Gülüş ol yeter.
O kalbinin ortasına senin Heykelini diker.
#yıldıztilbe @yıldıztilbe
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“Şurada Bi Anlaşalım
Yıldız Tilbe Aslında Vazgeçmedi..”
‘Ç'are 'Y'ıldız ’T'İlbe
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#kalbiduam ⏰ 11:25 @kalbi-duam
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antidepres1vna · a day ago
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Kada sam pročitala citat: ,, Moj tata mi je slomio srce pre nego je ijedan momak imao šansu da uradi to "
Zaledila sam se
A stvarno, istina je.
Slomio mi je srce prije ijednog momka, ostavilo je traumu na mene da su svi muškarci isti, da će svaki da bude loš. To te stalno prati i koči te u svemu.
Tako da, evo jedno malo ❤ za sve vas koji se borite s tim.
- antidepres1vna
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339days-with-me · 5 hours ago
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16.09.2021
I know they said the end is near but I'm still on my tallest tiptoes spinning in my highest heels, Shining just for you.
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modern-wilde · 4 months ago
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Who were you before all the books u read? what were u before absorbing the personality of ur favorite fictional character? what were u before letting ur favorite writer ruin u? what were u before ur favorite book? what were u?
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ousia-poetica · 4 months ago
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Eremita en la quinta planta de un edificio de cartón; de un barrio humilde que canta "el himno de la incomprensión".
Ermitaño en la trastienda... de una ciudad sin perdón; donde muchos de la mierda, no han logrado, "su evasión".
( Ermitaño o eremita... - cuál de ellos dos, "soy yo" ?, - terrestre o selenita ?? ; - déjame en la Luna, ... por favor !! )
Este, es un mundo... de personas que duermen; de ininteligibles ruidos y de somnolientos muertos... - que no quieren despertar !!
Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek
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siir-poesia · 7 months ago
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Truth be told, there are a lot of reasons why I don't express myself with most of the people, there are several reasons why I dont talk too much or why I don't go out a lot, why I don't get attached easily, everything seems so heavy, it's all too loud, my thoughts, the noises, the circumstances, all of that got me crazy, all of that is taking my energy away, and it feels like I'm carrying a huge emotional burden, I just want to feel happy with the ones I love.
I just want to stop worrying, and getting frustrated, I just want to be free, I wanna feel complete.
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iloveyou-itllpass · a month ago
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some writing advice nobody asked for
- figure out why you write. is it a hobby? is it something you want to become your career? do you have intentions of going to print? then you'll have a better idea of what advice you need.
- experiment with scheduling versus writing whenever you fancy it. i'm reading on writing by stephen king right now for uni and he says that he sets himself a goal of writing 2,000 words a day. he gives a lot of good advice about writing but i won't put it all here because then it won't be my writing advice lol, but one thing he says is to get into a room with a closed door and no distractions (unplug the tv, turn off your phone/wifi etc), sit down, and do not leave that room until you have your 2,000 words. i did this in the final week of writing my novel and it worked wonders, even though i'm not usually the kind of person to start a writing session with a wc goal in mind!
- don't show people the first draft. this exists solely for you. show them the second, or maybe the third. the first draft's job is just to exist, not to be by any means brilliant. don't introduce unnecessary pressure or doubt by showing people the rough work (unless obviously this is your agent/editor because it's kind of what your job together is)
- try not to get too bogged down by the driving plot or clear arcs/ideas at first. people will tell you different things, so really it's about figuring out what works with your personal writing style, but in my experience i start with a vague idea or atmosphere, maybe a character or two. when i start with a central plot point (i.e. "i want this group of students to end up involved in a murder"), even if i do stick to that, the plot will grow and expand itself as you write. what began as the big, main, central part, becomes just one little part of a huge, rich plot. it's true when people say that books like to write themselves - your final draft will most likely look absolutely nothing like your original plan or even your whole first draft, and that's what i absolutely love about the craft.
- and finally, listen to more radiohead. alternately put "something in the way" by nirvana on loop. just trust me.
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poetry-siir · 7 months ago
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Tengo un gran racimo de fantasías que cuelgan del árbol de mi mente... como memoria ancestral y eucaristía que heredé, "de los antepasados silentes".
Tengo un torno donde doy forma a los sueños y antropológica arcilla esperando... que nuestras manos moldeen los cimientos " de la causa común del ser humano ".
Quiero que vengas conmigo a esa duna donde oníricas sensaciones florecen... y cortemos las flores más sabias y puras para esparcirlas por este mundo indigente.
Quiero que llueva amor en las almas para que nazcan de nuevo, " sus vidas "... y se llenen, - de fantasías tempranas !! ... que del ser " exilien, tanta mentira ".
Vamos a dibujar un mundo sin amos, sin miedos ni simas, para llenarlas... de sentenciados pobres y esclavos encadenados por siempre a su desgracia.
Y cuando el mundo aprenda a tolerarse y a convivir sin guerras ni enredos... ya no hará falta, " ser juez ni parte ", y enterraremos, estériles ideas y credos.
Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek
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ousia-poetica · 3 months ago
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Ciudadanos somos todos de un mundo equivocado; es que aquí, no hay nadie honrado?, ...porqué aquí, crecen los lodos?
Hay que acabar con los modos que nosotros hemos creado; hay que sanear los estados ... y doblar pronto los codos !
No vale ser como somos... si no somos más honestos; no vale ir sobre los lomos... de pobres hombres funestos; que éste mundo, "es de todos", que haya paz en nuestros cestos.
Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek
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