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(borat impression) mai waif!
What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. former follower of the apocalypse, mother, and doctorate holder, leta was not her name and never will be. however, it is the one the legion calls her, and the one she responds to yet.
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saying this with @martyrpilled in mind who is most certainly going to be a household name if they ever publish any writing
occassionally you stumble onto people who, when they write, always create their own variant of the Truth within their characters. i think that - as a writer - this is one of the most important aspects of characterisation. it is integral to genuine happiness and sincere tragedy. little quirks and train of thought that don't fit in a constructed framework of an established world or moral code, but rather flow freely from a characters mind. this might not be terribly significant to others but to me this is the essence of good writing, and it is rooted in a certain earnestness about life. i think that is what keeps the taste for writing in your mouth, and stops it from becoming an artificial construction, but rather bleeds into something organic, even if that's a substance hard to swallow
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occassionally you stumble onto people who, when they write, always create their own variant of the Truth within their characters. i think that - as a writer - this is one of the most important aspects of characterisation. it is integral to genuine happiness and sincere tragedy. little quirks and train of thought that don't fit in a constructed framework of an established world or moral code, but rather flow freely from a characters mind. this might not be terribly significant to others but to me this is the essence of good writing, and it is rooted in a certain earnestness about life. i think that is what keeps the taste for writing in your mouth, and stops it from becoming an artificial construction, but rather bleeds into something organic, even if that's a substance hard to swallow
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this colour on the lowrider............. mama
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growing a wider awareness of how much of the world is centered entirely within in my brain... there are places in my memories that no longer exist in real life-- that i want to pull from my mind into reality, stomach turningly desperate. but then, when i am there, in real life, in the good moments, the leaves on the trees are baby-born green, but there is still a disconnect with the baby green leaves of the past.
helplessly and hopelessly whenever i feel myself get too wrapped up in life, i retreat into my mind and touch on the items of the past. i open the window to a bedroom that does not exist anymore
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oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.
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He circled it, starved it, massacred it, then swallowed it, bones and all.
gift for my new but very dear friend @hepatology of his fnv character canem who is so disgustingly well written i had to do a little something something. love you brother ♥
#thank you so much this art is so awesome. awesome as in awe inspiring :D#the details are SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD especially the face.#and the chest hair of course (smug emoji)#fallout#my ocs#cave canem
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no! "sapphic yearning" will kill the patient
she needs hardcore lezzing out in order to live
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does anyone have the post thats a leonard cohen quote talking about being empty
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Joanna Ebenstein - Anatomical Venus - Wax - God -Death & the Ecstatic
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every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation
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The Wicker Man, 1973, dir. Robin Hardy
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