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I recently started making journals & notebooks, featuring my original photographs. I'm excited to combine my passions for writing and photography and share my art with others! These are all on sale for 20% off through Mother's Day: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LelindePages

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…Which was I?

If at my best, you still lost care and compassion for me…

If at my best, you still stopped seeing me as a sexual being…

If at my worst, you searched for divorce attorneys while I looked for conflict resolution…

If at my worst, you felt justified in your lies as you gaslit me again and again…

…then…

Which was I?

“Your absolute best won’t be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person. Remember that.”

— Unknown

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Alone together, we stay safe

haunting a hollow home

with reminders of life

in love

Lost

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Is magic real How to summon a fairy How to unsummon a fairy Ways to protect yourself from fairies Ways to protect your loved ones from fairies How to prove fairies exist What is involuntary commitment How to evade authorities How to make a deal with a fairy Rules of fairy contracts What happens if you break a fairy contract How to kill a fairy How to summon a demon

Write a horror story in the format of an Internet search history

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“Messy Growth” — August 2023 (Finland)

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2021.10.13 - OnThisDay journal entry

PROMPT: Can people change? RESPONSE: Yes. And:

People have to want to change. They must believe that change is better than staying the same. But people are naturally adverse to change.

Some are forced to change, whether for the better or worse. Forced to adapt or find ways to cope or figure out a new path, lest they lose all they value most.

Some want to change — and can change — but are stuck in old patterns. To outside observers, perhaps no, they cannot change... (While internal whispers wish daily for different.)

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I've been struggling with jagged edges. Sharp bits of relationship shrapnel catch my innards at random intervals. I can't breathe. There's pressure on my lungs — a rupture flooding heart's-blood into my chest cavity. I see or hear or taste too many memories. Waves of grief and loss pulse through me, beat by beat. That shrapnel steals my fortitude. And in these toxic waters of sorrow, I drown. #photography #nofilter #blackandwhitephotography #contemporaryart #depression — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/VAv4jMu

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“Breaking Fast” #poetry #migraine #oops — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/kQsZ8lx

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Story time, in screenshots. In October, on a whim, I sent in 19 images to a magazine’s submission call. It was the first time I’d submitted my photography anywhere. A month later on November 28th, I received a form rejection for the photos. Oh well; that’s one more tally toward my goal of 100 rejections in 2022. I’ve been getting plenty of rejections for my writing, so no biggie. A few minutes later, an email: “On second thought, we would like to accept the photo titled ‘A Sensorium of Home.’” …!!! In their February issue, my photo will be in The Sun Magazine. (Not the tabloid; the highly regarded literary magazine 😅) As of yesterday, the magazine has added me to their contributor list on Twitter. It’s official. It’s now *real* in a way that didn’t feel real when I got the message, when I signed the contract, or when I told a few folks in my sphere. Anyway… I’m excited. It’s my first time getting paid for my creative content. Cheers! Here’s to it happening again :) — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/gP2Kyva

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A tiny #poem from a time before. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/EpLm8Kf

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2005 dream:

We are stars and father is running from me—running to Earth to start a new life.

I shoot across the sky, reaching for him. Other stars flash brightly, and I realize this is reincarnation.

Stars become people to grow closer to the song.

Then they become the song again.

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2023 feels like

arborized opportunities. Branching

paths—each leading

to unique ends—beckon

me to dream, to envision

potentialities. But this multiversal

me meets vertices

meant for a variant

self. This me carries

weights. Rocks shaped

like unhealed wounds make

navigating new paths

hazardous. The branch

(or I) might break. No choice

is safe when the chooser

is me. But this tree…

She whispers of alternate

realities. In one, my scars

are adorned with golden

strength—a kintsugi array.

Murmuring of rocks meant

for magic, she remakes

their heft. Crystalline

items, held and considered,

may offer insight, inspiration.

She urges me to find

my balance, to soothe

an injured inner child.

Listen, she says.

Wind softens her fractal form,

eddying over hardened

arbor arms and embracing

what she was

and is and will be. Sounds

of acceptance. Of loving

her, regardless of condition.

She beckons me to dream,

to imagine and manifest

what it is to love the rocks—

to love all variants of me.

2023 feels like

a time for healing.

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Hopscotching potentialities, a dreamer seeks worth-living life. #writingcommunity — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/W2wXI1K

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