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theblankcanvasblog · 7 hours ago
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Your Consistency
I am sorry, I am sorry for never being enough. Enough for you to actually love. Love like you did every man who walked through our front door. But like our front door, those men have never stayed the same. Always changing. Consistency was never your favorite term. So maybe loving me wasn’t either. I reminded you of a past you didn’t want to acknowledge, I became just a product of your past…
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limitlessgie · 10 hours ago
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Verity
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Review. Reaction. Thoughts
I realized I read this a year ago but haven't made a review/reaction yet. And so I re-read it to write a review which is the second to the main reason that the books is too good.
Colleen Hoover really never dissapoints, her books is always one of the best. She is a great storyteller with all her romance books but this one's is an outlier. This one's exceeds expectation, adding the fact that this is a mystery/thriller novel. And let me also compliment the cover of this book for its uniqueness and mysterious-magical vibe and how the whole look adds up to the curiosity of what is the story about.
The protagonist and her POV, introduction of personality, background story of the characters, the mood, the setting, the plot and the plot twist was on point. It will give you chills and creeps but you can never stop yourself from reading cause you will be intrigued and curious on what's next. It has kinda like "a plot twist within a plot twist but wait the plot twist might not be a plot twist and that is actually the plot twist there that what you thought of the plot was not really the plot twist and I'll just gonna leave you on that, and now you'll never know what's true". The story is so twisted and open ended that it will make you think at the very end. It's just so crazy that you will question why did the characters did that. But then there is a talk of psychological or psychotic factor here that's why there is some unreasonable acts.
If I will look upon on it deeply, I can't see what the story is telling us about or what is it's moral. There's too much happened but it doesn't make sense you'll just feel lost and disturbed. And I just question everything on it. Like why did the protagonist Loren did that? What does the child Crew knows? For there is inconsistency on statements of two parties and the acts, did the guy Jeremy was really telling the truth? On your statements Verity, between the manuscript and the letter, what is real and what is fake? And now, what or who shall I believe in? There's too many unaswered question. But then see, that was the whole point of the story. If Colleen Hoover wants us to feel the creeps, jump our hearts off, fucked up our brains, ruin our sanity, question everything that's just happen, and make us confused then she succeeds on it completely.
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green-eyes-red · 14 hours ago
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I'm a poor mans' dream/ without the rich mans' cream/ Face a reality head on/ make that money/ by any means/ Gotta make her scream/ you know/ make her soda stream/ Stop off to buy more supplies/ and cool off a little steam/ Shit, mans answer the call/ to the tale of another shady scheme/ that follows to the tune of/ other familiar shady themes/ Of me & a bag o' mans/ that makes one super scheming team/ Tear up the plan in my hand/ by ripping hard at the seams/ cos it's not worth the risk/ for a police chase & frisk/ just for a judge & jury to deem/ what's appropriate/ in the sale of opiates/ and the cultivation of a little green/ sentences give more than what they seem/ make money 'til the mo fos lean/ slave towards the day til you're bled dry clean/ bank the seeds in the forest though you're not really keen...
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heavenlyvessel · a day ago
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My insanity consumes, tears swell at the corner of my eyes.
Visions of love are in collision with crazed obsession. My mind grasps to others looking for a sense of identity.
There’s no retrograde to blame for my instability, only dark quarters of my mind enslaving the light hearted was to stay dormant.
Yet I had to lose my mind to discover my soul.
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aceofthesunset · a day ago
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You send shivers down my spine. The love you share electrifies my heart. You make me come alive oh god you have no idea the lengths I’d go to keep you safe. I’d shelter you from every storm and learn to slow dance with you in my arms in downpours... In other words I LOVE YOU.
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writer-candy · a day ago
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Taking a break from my main wip to edit my side project 😊
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ceremonias · a day ago
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I refuse to go through life asleep. I don't want to lick my wounds at night and play it cold in the daytime, act like everything's normal. Therefore one has to remove the rubble of a turbulent past to avoid falling into the pathos of an endless love mourning caused by the pandemic.
Note to myself extracted from my notebook—January 29th of 2021.
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theblackrosewine · a day ago
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ÖLEN İLE ÖLEBİLİR MİSİN? YOKSA KADERİNİ SEN Mİ BELİRLERSİN?
Ölmek güzel mi? Ölmek mi yoksa öldürmek mi? Veyahut öldürülmek mi? Bedenen ölmek mi? Ruhen öldürülmek mi? Yoksa ölüp bitmek mi? Ölmenin bir rengi olabilir mi? Siyah-beyaz mı yoksa rengarenk mi? Acı mı tatlı mı? Peki ya ölen ile ölünebilir mi?
İnsan mıdır insanı öldüren , yoksa hayat bize ölümle aynı tadı verebilir mi? Acıyla tatlıyı aynı anda yaşatabilir mi? Siyahla beyazı hatta tüm renkleri aynı anda gösterebilir mi? Biliyorum çok soruyorum. Ancak kafamın içi yaşamla ölümün arasındaki o ip gibi üstünde yürüyor. İçi stresle ve üzüntüyle doldu. O kadar doldu ki.. Eğer o ip üstünde yürümeye bir şekilde devam ederse içi daha çok dolacak ve daha çok yorulacak. Fakat o ipten kendini aşağıya bırakırsa çok rahat edecek..Uzun zamandır aradığı huzuru bulacak.
Keşke insanların arasındaki sevgi ve saygı da bir ip üzerinde yürümek gibi olsa. Hayatında sana saygı göstermeyi başaramayan insan o ipten kendini aşağıya bıraksa. Hayatımızdan bir ömür boyu çıksa ve huzur içinde olsak. En başta sorduğum, insan mıdır insanı öldüren sorusu.. Bize hep kaderimizi kendimizin çizdiğini söylerler. Gerçekten öyle mi değil mi bunun cevabını hiçbir zaman öğrenemedim. Eğer öyleyse sorduğum sorunun cevabı insan insanı değilde biz kendi kendimizi öldürüyoruz olacak.
Şimdi sizden ufak bişey istiyorum. Bu yazıyı okurken önce sevdiğiniz duygusal bir müziği ya da enstrümantal bir müziği açın. Gözlerinizi kapatın ve yavaş yavaş hayal etmeye başlayın.Yüksek bi dağın tepesinde vs oturup ayaklarınızı sallandırdığınızı ve kafanızın içinde sevdiğiniz o duygusal şarkının çaldığını hayal edin. O anın güzelliğinde kapılıp giderken o huzurlu mutlu anınızda kafanızın içinde bir an bir film şeridi gibi yaşadığınız tüm kötü şeyler geçseydi. O an nasıl hissederdiniz? O tepeden , o yüksekten atlamak istermiydiniz? O an kaderinizi siz mi çizerdiniz yoksa hayat mı belirlerdi?
İşte benimde tüm yaşantım, yaşadıklarım ve yaşayacaklarım bu çizgiden ibaret. Bu tıpkı bir delinin aslında deli olmadığı aslında etrafındakilerin onu delirttiğinin ortaya çıkması gibi.. Neyse tamam kabul ediyorum bu çok saçma bir örnek oldu. Bu söylediğimi aldırmayın. Ben sadece ölmenin ve hayatta kalmanın arasındaki farklarına ve benzerliklerine , ikisinin sana yaşatabileceklerine ulaşmaya çalışıyorum. Ulaşmayı başardım mı bunu bile bilmiyorum. Çünkü aslında bende bir ölüyüm. Öldüm. Belki de öldürüldüm. Bedenen değil ama ruhen öldüm. Peki bu ölümün kaderini ben mi belirledim? Yaşadıklarımı , hayatıma giren çıkan insanları en başta ben belirleyebildim mi? Soruyorum , soruyorum ama bu soruların içinden bir türlü çıkamıyorum.
Ne bu soruların içinden çıkabilirim ne de cevabını bulabilirim. En iyisi bu yazıya bir son vermek değil mi? O zaman , bir sonraki yazılarımda buluşmak üzere görüşürüz..
~Sude S.
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cassiopeiasara · a day ago
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Me trying so hard to gently dip my toe into a new pairing: ok maybe we’ll do some oneshots
My dumbass brain: BODYGUARD AU
Me: but that’s long and involved and we haven’t written in a long t-
My brain: look it’s this or a canon divergent baby AU
Me: why can’t we just do oneshots and be chill?
My brain: Long and involved multichaps or NOTHING!
Me:
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hi everyone, it’s me here!
almost every day my brain hits me with writing prompts and random plot points, but sometimes i don’t write them down (lost to the void).
however, i still have a lot of the ones i do write down! are there any writeblr blogs who follow me who might be interested in me posting these?
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darlingstarswrites · 2 days ago
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For those of you plotting/writing medieval & medieval-adjacent stories!
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aceofthesunset · 2 days ago
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Everything I’m doing I’m doing it for her. I want to be the best version of myself for her. I want to be the romantic girl for her like opening the car door, pulling her chair before she sits, walking closest to the road and buying her romantic gifts and roses going above and beyond for her. I want to love her in ways everyone else failed... I want to give her security and love... I’m so soft for her
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fbaxterwrites · 2 days ago
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"A journal is your completely unaltered voice.”
– Lucy Dacus
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picturemystory · 2 days ago
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Sin ti.
El clima se sentía húmedo, las nubes grises en el cielo anunciaban lluvia. Por lo general le gustaba la lluvia, lo tranquilizaba y de alguna forma la encontraba reconfortante. Pero ese día era diferente. Miró la hora en su celular por cuarta vez consecutiva sabiendo muy bien que no había pasado ni un minuto de la última vez que lo vio. ¿Realmente estaba viendo la hora o era una forma de auto engañarse y ver si no había alguna notificación, un mensaje? No había nada. Una tímida sonrisa se dibujó en su rostro mientras observaba su fondo de pantalla. Había salido fatal en esa foto, pero era la única que tenía de ellos juntos, de la única vez que se habían visto en persona y se veían tan felices.
El altavoz anunció el ingreso a su camión, tomó la backpack en la que cabía toda su vida, suspiró y caminó. Subió al camión tan pronto como pudo, localizó su asiento y se dejó caer con cierta pesadez. Se colocó los audífonos y cerró los ojos. En realidad no escuchaba música, lo hacía para evitar conversar con extraños. No era bueno para conversar, se comunicaba mejor por mensajes. ¿Habría sido eso? No. Con él rompió esa barrera y después de un tiempo pasaron de los mensajes de texto a las notas de voz y finalmente hablaron... después se conocieron. Pasaron cuatro meses para verse físicamente, tocarse, amarse. Y bastaron 24 horas para convencerse de que era su todo. Bastaron 24 segundos para que todo terminara.
El motor del camión hizo vibrar la ventana, comenzaba el viaje. No sabía que iba a encontrar, no estaba seguro de lo que estaba haciendo, pero ya no había vuelta atrás. Revisó nuevamente su celular. Nada. Abrió sus mensajes de whatsApp y leyó el último. “Esto no está funcionando para mi, será mejor que aquí lo dejemos” Tres días había estado leyendo esas palabras sin entender, tres días sin que le contestaran sus llamadas y mensajes. Tres días en que algo se rompió en su interior y pensó que iba a morir.
Afuera comenzó a llover. Escribió algo en su celular y dudó antes de presionar “enviar” finalmente lo hizo. Cerró los ojos y se acomodó en su asiento. Una lágrima recorrió su mejilla. En la pantalla del celular se leía el mensaje enviado “Voy a buscarte”
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anikasometimes · 2 days ago
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Lets pretend that we got the Darcy of our life so we can let go of our grief spent in finding one.
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writer-candy · 3 days ago
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No worse feeling that removing the whole chunk of writing you just did ✨😔
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trystmm · 3 days ago
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And if they leave they were never the ones for you because if they were, they wouldn't leave you at the first place. This has been really trending over instagram recently. And so I kept thinking about it all day. I have let so many people just go thinking that they will come back if its meant to be but whenever they did I couldn't just accept them. The betrayal, the lies, those eyes. The world is tough out there, trust me on that. Someone once told me that I shouldn't act like I have cancer because of my overthinking. Brutal I know. Some said I usually bring miseries on myself, some just said they got what they wanted so they gonna leave now and some just came to see I were at peace so why not just dismantle her castle. I remember taking that fine walk by the sea, twilight over my skin and the wet sand taking all my stress away. I stood for a moment and stared at the never ending sheet of waves. I prayed and asked god to be harsh on me if I am ever repeating the same mistake, I cried a little and thanked god for everything they have done to protect me. I am a clumsy human when it comes to choosing families out of blood relations. Just one kind smile is enough for you to have a piece of my heart. It may hurt me to the bones but I swear you will always see me rise. I love how I camouflage my stronger side, its better that way. People see your vulnerable and cant take it to stomach so they leave. And thats how I know who is gonna last . The pain doesnt change you, it changes your perspective. It illuminates the same hope because my intentions were pure, ever lasting and dang somewhat too intense for this world. Humans are weird, I am a void . I filled my hollowness sumptuously and so I fill those who need kindness and compassion. As I said its tough out there. I'll keep you close, even when you dont want. I am the pleasant void .
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I think about those scenes, where the music is playing and the dialogue is silent. How the camera pans to the characters laughing, being the happiest they’ve ever been in the entire movie, but not a single word is loud enough for you to actually hear what they are saying. It seems genuine. It feels genuine. And you believe it because it is.
How would that play out in our day-to-day life? There is no music playing. Just our hearts beating in the background. Getting louder and louder, echoing in familiarity. Is that the background symphony of our own cathartic scenes?
I sometimes think we recognize these moments concurrently to them playing. Like a spectator watching characters speak, laugh and feel on Live TV. And through the glass separating us, we relate to them to an extent. Yes, we are the characters. But are we, really? Do we remember memories as snippets that happened to us or to the avatars we see on the screen?
Maybe it is an individual experience.
There is the Me on screen and the Me watching. I don't know which one is real. I don't remember what was said in those instances, just the the music in the background -the beating of my heart- and the exhilaration of having lost time for a few hours with people who feel it too.
Circling back to those scenes in the movie; Is it so important to know what was said, or is knowing that it was enough to put a smile on their faces enough for you too?
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bristokeswrites · 4 days ago
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I’m writing a book of poetry AND a modern YA retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth, and my poor little perfectionist brain is like, “Girl, really? REALLY?? Are we REALLY doing this and bringing ourselves to the HEIGHT of anxiety rn???” 😭
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