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I was at a cute little poetry circle recently, and I read a poem of mine inspired by my favorite poem. "Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God" by Meg Day (I'll put that poem under the cut). Someone then turned to me and asked if my "Batter My Heart" was the inspiration for it. Apparently they're the one who introduced the poem to the person who introduced me to it
Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God by Meg Day:
Batter my heart, transgender’d god, for yours
is the only ear that hears: place fear in my heart
where faith has grown my senses dull & reassures
my blood that it will never spill. Show every part
to every stranger’s anger, surprise them with my drawers
full up of maps that lead to vacancies & chart
the distance from my pride, my core. Terror, do not depart
but nest in the hollows of my loins & keep me on all fours.
My knees, bring me to them; force my head to bow again.
Replay the murders of my kin until my mind’s made new;
let Adam’s bite obstruct my breath ’til I respire men
& press his rib against my throat until my lips turn blue.
You, O duo, O twin, whose likeness is kind: unwind my confidence
& noose it round your fist so I might know you in vivid impermanence.
#idk I just thought this was silly and neat#glad to see someone else knows what runs through my head#obsessed with this poem tbh#The whole poetry circle was such a sweet and fun thing ngl#What if I just confessed my undying love#I got to see a bunch of people I haven't had a chance to be around in Months as well#One person made cupcakes themed around Wild Geese by Mary Oliver#I think I ate cupcakes that said 'wild geese head home' and 'the world offers itself'#Who is your favorite poet?#trans#transgender#Poetry#poems#poetry circle#My poem is about being queer but not specifically trans#I'm planning to submit it to a literary magazine soon so we'll see how that goes#lgbt#lgbtq#Meg Day#Batter My Heart Transgender’d God#queer#I'm poem#Great use of 3+ hours on a Sunday#I nearly cried on my way back home because I was just so overwhelmingly happy#I love you all to Fragments
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[Image description: A picture of a poem. It reads:
"And God,
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go some place
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man."
/End ID]
kinder than man, althea davis
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I used poetry magnets to write a poem about Pandora and Tedd from El Goonish Shive. Anyways, this is how it reads:
box,
manifest legend knowledge power
instruct motivate play terrify
kindle righteous anger
invite bright truth
bang!
't,
quiet sister boy
become tutor
be sincere and
kill secret
help world wonder
change life
#🤚 Doing homework#👉 Writing about blorbo from my comics on my fridge#El Goonish Shive#EGS#EGS comics#Dan Shive#Shitpost#Who is your favorite poet?#Tbh I saw the word Box#and it all made itself from there#Pandora Raven#Pandora Chaos Raven#Box#Tedd Verres#Anyways I hope you enjoy my asinine ramblings while the comic is on hiatus#though that most recent story comic was absolutely wild#I hope Kaoli or Nioi#spelling?#show up again#I miss them
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The way people are responding to Taylor Swift's new album because they don't think she is tortured or mentally ill enough to call it that is fucking embarrassing.
God forbid an artist ever exaggerates for artistic purpose. God forbid a celebrity writes about pain or suffering if they haven't experienced the maximum amount of trauma in their life.
I mean, everyone knows the moment you become a celebrity all your human experience disappears and you elevate to a new level of existence where you cannot have relatable experiences anymore for the rest of your life.
#i dont care much for taylor swift but seeing people diss on her for no reason or petty reasons is so cringe and embarrassing#it reminds of that 'i listen to cooler music than you' trend that was so popular#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#i listened to it yesterday. good album. not really my taste of music but still good#people who diss on her do understand that all the petty scruntiny they put her under can apply to their favorite artists too right?#like what even is your angle?#taylor swift cant say anything because she's rich or because she hasnt suffered as much as you?#is the concept of creating stories so foreign to you#this just in no artist can ever write a song if they havent experienced 100% of what happens in that song#okay im done#i just had to get it out of my system bcs i see it *everywhere* and it annoys me to no end#im not even a swiftie!! but if you can say that about taylor swift you can literally say that about anyone#and taylor swift isnt hurting anyone. people wanna shit on her and her fans for dumb reasons#if you dont like her album then just. dont listen to it? block the tag?#its not like you can neverr criticize an artist or an album but NONE of these posts are being critical theyre just being mean#and taggingg their hate so the swifties can see it#its deliberately being mean because everyone else is doing it#OKAY NOW IM DONE
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[Image ID: A contrapuntal poem titled "lady macbeth macbeth". It's split into a left and right part. The whole poem reads,
"i love you
you have transformed me
with strange tenderness and i am the monster
that startles me in the mirror.
and i have come full circle.
i cannot allow this. this is me,
myself as i was destined
to be from my birth.
so soft it hurts."
The left side, titled "lady macbeth" reads,
"i love
you
with strange tenderness
that startles me
and
i cannot allow
myself
to be
so soft"
The right side, titled "macbeth" reads,
"you
have transformed me
and i am the monster
in the mirror.
i have come full circle.
this. this is me,
as i was destined
from my birth.
it hurts."
/End ID]
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Hello everybody!
For the past few months, I've used the chapter titles from Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings to inspire my work. It was a fun experience, and I hope you guys experience the same!
Untitled (Hot pink and virulent flames, come back and kiss my face!)--"crying at nothing but colors"
Untitled (I taste shrimp as if they were just caught from the sea)--"crying no one can understand"
Untitled (Sand flies, a butterfly emerges from the heat wave.)--"crying from chromatic waves"
Untitled (Heavenly fire rains down again!)--"crying because you've been hit by a lightning bolt"
"Persephone returns, but with scars in her eyes"--"weeping over bluish leaves"
Untitled (A paled tongue and an erect back makes not...)--"the ivory tower of tearlessness"
Untitled (A bullet in a dove shatters a wing as if it were a peach tree.)--"false tears over a dead bird"
Untitled (Sunlight dances on black and white tiles...)--"crying because time passes"
Untitled (I stopped believing in anything...)--"weeping, watching the Madonna weep"
Untitled (A trail of smoke emerges from a golden dress...)--"crying at God"
Ayla--"sobbing in lonely mountains"
Untitled (A girl waits on the edge of time...)--"“crying at the empty sea of faith”
#poetry#my poetry#poets on tumblr#poetry on tumblr#writing prompts#Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings#writeblr#i'm not good at coming up with titles aren't i?#any ideas for any of them?#which one of these poems is your favorite?
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@mercifulempress and @shiryawashere both tagged me to spell out my URL with song titles so I decided to fuck around and make a Turkish playlist:
Tamirci Çırağı - Cem Karaca (about a mechanic's apprentice who falls in love with an upper class woman)
Hakim Bey - Zülfü Livaneli (anti-censorship song)
Enternasyonal - Grup Yorum (literally just The International)
Acıtmıyor Sevdan - Yaşar
Tam Da Şu An - Göksel
Eyvallah - Yeni Türkü
Rezerve - Hadise
Operasyon - CVRTOON
Farkımız Var - Hadise
Demokrasi - Murder King (I guess the government censors don't listen to death metal lmao)
İstanbul'u Dinliyorum - Zülfü Livaneli
Mehmetçik Memet - Zülfü Livaneli (about how young Turkish soldiers were shipped off to die in a war that had nothing to do with them)
Eşkiya Dünyaya Hükümdar Olmaz - Zülfü Livaneli
Namus Belası - Cem Karaca
Saat Dört... Yoksun - Zülfü Livaneli
İzmir Marşı - Volkan Konak
Odam Kireçtir Benim - Zülfü Livaneli
Nefesim Nefesine - Zülfü Livaneli
Şu Yalan Dünyada - Zülfü Livaneli (yes I'm aware this list is like half Zülfü Livaneli. this song fucks though)
Tagging @lucyflawless and @noctuamagna if you want to!
#Thank you for the tag!#Shirya if you want a distinct second list/post in response to your tag I can do that too#Multiple of the songs on this list straight up make me cry if I listen to them too closely#Especially Zülfü Livaneli#A lot of his songs are based on poems by Nâzım Hikmet who's my favorite poet of all time
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[Image Id: The poem "Good Bones" by Maggie Smith. It reads:
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I've shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I'll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
/end ID]
good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday
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it's veterans day, do you respect our troops?
I work in diplomacy.
#depends on the troop#but of course the official answer is sure. stars bless the whole bloody draft#defending our glorious nessian freedom#especially those lovely soldiers who can't seem to handle a single civil conversation without melting down#and their simpering general fathers.#sure.#the poet answers#the poet is your favorite patriot's favorite patriot
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nerd!choso who is so unknown at school that people go, “who?” when he’s mentioned. you’re pretty sure that only five people knew who he even was.
nerd!choso who is most definitely the president of some club like chess or dead poets society. he saw you at the club fair and fell in love
he thinks he went to heaven when you approach his table at club rush. yuji, although not in chess, was helping choso recruit people since his poor brother was too shy to talk to anyone. you go up to your friend yuji, making small talk with him.
“i’ve never played chess, yuji”, you giggled
“my brother can teach you!”
you glanced over at choso, not even noticing him at first. he was.. pretty. not pretty as in a way your friends would giggle at you when they saw you in a new outfit, not pretty as in the comments you got under your instagram post, but he was a natural beauty.
yuji had to snap you out of it. of course he noticed though, the way you two looked at each other.
nerd!choso who teaches you how to play chess, not letting the two other members of the small club play with you.
nerd!choso who helps you study, helps you carry textbooks, and helps you with midterms and any exams you have.
nerd!choso who has a nosebleed when you give him a small peck on the cheek when he finally confesses to you after months of pining for you.
you two had been studying in his dorm, comfortable with each other as your head was leaning against his shoulder as you two relished in each other’s presence.
“i like you.”
“oh! i like you t—“
“no. i like you.”
you turn to him. a small smile creeping onto your face. you didn’t say anything, only pressing a short kiss on his cheek. he immediately freezes up, his hands turning clammy and sweaty.
“i—uh..”
then, a trickle of blood comes from his nose, dripping onto his cupid’s bow.
“oh my god, cho!”, you gasped as you jump up, running to grab a tissue from his nightstand where he also kept a picture of you two and a bottle of lotion
you leaned in, wiping his nose attentively. as you chide and nurse him while mumbling, choso can’t help but stare down to take a peep at your tank top. he could see the valley of your boobs and the top of your bra. he choked, letting out a startled gasp before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
he knocked out cold on the spot
nerd!choso who keeps a special picture of you in his wallet. he’ll be at his chess club meetings, at lectures, out with his family, and he keeps a hand on his wallet, knowing you’re in there.
the picture was a polaroid he took with your camera, your eyes were just out of frame but he could see a portion of your fucked out face, his cum dripping from your mouth and splattered on your cheeks. you were completely naked and sprawled out on his bed in his childhood home
it was almost funny how a hot goddess of a girl was naked, covered in his cum, and sprawled out, pussy on display on his old lego ninjago bedsheets.
nerd!choso who dedicates every single one of his orgasms to you. if you were with him, he’d find a way to cum inside you. in your mouth or your pussy, he’s find a way inside. of course, he’d also opt for cumming on your tits or on your face, he wasn’t greedy. but what he really wants, is to cum inside your cute little ass! he’s too shy to ask, of course, but the day would come eventually
if you weren’t here though, he’d pull up his personal secret album for you, filled photos and videos with shots of under your skirt, through the crack of your bedroom, from your window, when you just walking around with a tank top. he loved it all.
but his favorites were videos you’d allowed him to take while he was fucking you from the back or in missionary. he loved watching them on repeat, never getting bored of them. after a while, he gained the courage to show you as well.
you checked your phone to see a notification from your boyfriend and gasped when you opened it.
it was an image of the picture he kept of you beside his bed, covered in his semen. in the corner of the photo was his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
‘i miss you 🖤’
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#choso kamo x reader smut#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x reader#choso kamo#choso x you#choso x reader#choso smut#jjk choso#jjk x you#rina thinking 📝
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[Image ID: A poem. It reads, "
My best friend's favorite number is nine.
It's because there isn't a number that's higher.
9. 99. 999. 9999.
If everything gets high enough, You become invincible.
Nothing can hurt you anymore.
Nothing can hurt anyone anymore.
But isn't it scary, to think there's a highest number?
That, if you made 99 good memories,
you couldn't hold anymore.
So I don't like to keep count
of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh, or how many scary faces they make.
I just hope we'll be friends
for 999 more years."
/End ID]
did you know: i am goign to throw UPPPPPP
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One of my favorite things on Tumblr is when I tag something using my poetry tag, "Who is your favorite poet?" and someone responds telling me who their favorite poet is. I would live for you
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no, actually, where is the whimsy?
my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?
we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.
earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.
i stared at my ex. he stared at me.
his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!
it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.
and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.
my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.
which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.
but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.
the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.
so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.
and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.
where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.
it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.
this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.
#spilled ink#writeblr#this is a real story lol#looking back i liked larry as a person SO much more than my ex hollyyyyy shitttt#compulsory heterosexuality will do you DIRTY#edit to correct effies name my apologies to effie and effies family
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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢʏᴀʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸
yan gyaru who is your clingy bestfriend
Every morning, he made sure to time his arrival perfectly so that he’d “accidentally” run into you near the lockers. "N/n!~" He grinned at you as you opened you locker, twirling his hair.
“Kajiro,” you greeted, adjusting your bag. “What’s up?”
“Just waiting for my favorite person, obviously.” He grinned, stepping closer. “You know, we should totally hang out after school today. I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He pouted, trying to convince you. "wait no, we should have a sleepover!" His face lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with excitement as you stared at him confused
"Im bus-"
"Okay, ill be at your house at 3pm, baby!" He said as he waved at you and left, blowing you a kiss.
meanwhile ur friend next to you looks at u weirdly "how tf did you bag that" You js shrugged
yan gyaru who while during class, spams u
ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ
hiii n/n :3
lets meet uppp!!!!
i wanna see ur faceee ;3
babyyyyy cmonnnn
im SOOOOO bored in this class without uuuu
i need to see u before i go crazyyyy :(
ʜᴏᴇsʟᴜᴠʏ/ɴ
bruh no
last time we met up in the middle of class, u wanted me to js skip n go on a date
n stop texting im abt to get my phone taken by the teacher
ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ
:( n/n ur so mean!
n change ur username nowwww!!!!
im supposed to be the only hoe that loves u!!!
GASPPP
do u have other hoes?!?!?!??! Are u cheating??!?!?! Youve been playing hello kitty adventure with some other bitches?!??!!?N/n, i will rip their scalp off their head, and throw a table at them.
Y/n L/n, who are the bitches u call hoes?
y/n, if u dont block them now, ur gonnna see me on the news for murder.
yan gyaru who during english class, just writes poets about his love to you. In art, he draws you and him getting married. In math, he daydreams about the day you guys live in a cute cottage home with your 2 bunnies, and a cat.
yan gyaru who once the final bell rings, hes OUT that class, practically running out to go to your class so you wont leave him.
yan gyaru who finally found you, and was huffing and puffing from all that running before grinning at you. "Lets go, babe?" He said, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders and carrying it himself.
It’s Friday night, and you’ve somehow got dragged into having a sleepover with the guy who’s been obsessively crushing on you for ages—your bubbly gyaru friend, who just can’t get enough of you.
The whole walk to your house, he was gushing and nonstop talking about how fun it was gonna be. “Babe! This is gonna be so fun, I can’t wait!” he chirps, holding onto your arm tightly as if he has doubts that you were gonna run away.
yan gyaru who from the second he steps in your home, he’s a non-stop chatterbox. He’s talking about everything—school, the latest drama, his favorite new clothes, and of course, you. His eyes are constantly on you, lighting up every time you laugh or even just nod along, internally cheering that he made you laugh.
“Oh my god, Y/N, have you seen the latest episode of that show we talked about? We have to watch it together tonight! It’s gonna blow your mind!” He said as he played with your hair.
You can tell he’s beyond excited just to be around you, and his energy is contagious. He’s always smiling, laughing, and playfully bumping your shoulder whenever he makes a joke.
yan gyaru whose endlessly complimenting you. He just can’t stop complimenting you. Whether you’re dressed up or in casual sleepover clothes, he’s still in awe of you. “You look cute even in pajamas, Y/N. Like, how is that fair?” He pouted, scrunching his eyebrows together as he rubbed your arm up and down
He loves finding excuses to be near you—adjusting your hair, teasing you about how comfy you look, or even just admiring your smile. “You’re seriously too cute, I’m not even joking. I could stare at you forever, hehe~.”
"bro"
yan gyaru who inists on staying up late even if your half asleep by 10 pm. He’s full of bubbly energy, even when you’re eyes are starting to close. “We can’t go to bed yet! We have to at least talk about… everything!”
He starts asking more personal questions as the night goes on, his obsession peeking through. “What’s your favorite part of the day? Did you think about me at all today?” His voice is playful, but you can tell he genuinely cares about your answers by the way he intently listens
When you start to get drowsy and start giving mumbled answers, he gives a soft laugh. “You’re so pretty when you’re sleepy. Here, let’s get comfy,” he says, tugging the blanket closer around you both.
yan gyaru who the next morning,
yan gyaru who teasing you about how you slept, offering to make breakfast, and texting you immediately after he leaves
ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ
last night was soooo funnn! lets do it again this week yeah? :3
yan gyaru who is ur fashionista bestie who is a little too obsessed with you <3
#yanderemalexreader#clingy yandere#soft yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere boyfriend#yandere male#tw yandere#yandere blog#yandere#yandere gyaru#destinys worksss<333
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[Additional ID: Every word but "Kupu rere kē" and "Aotearoa" is in italics /End ID]
Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē
#Who is your favorite poet?#Ugh I love this one#pretty sure I've reblogged it before but I'll happily reblog it again
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Lately on my dash, I have been seeing lots of wonderful mutuals get too hard on their beautiful minds.
Lovelies, your stories and art are beautiful because they are from you, and FOR you. Stats do not determine the quality of a product. Again, some of the BEST stories on the archive I have ever read were around 100 hits, and 0-10 kudos. Some of the BEST ART I’ve seen has 0 notes.
You know how I can tell? Because the authors and artists poured their heart and soul into their craft. As long as it can inspire ONE person, you should be proud. You just radically changed the life and perspective of ONE person. That’s amazing.
Sure, you might think your art or story is “cringe” or “bad”…OR, it can be someone’s comfort piece that they go back to after a long day. You may see your stats and think, “man, nobody enjoys this,” not knowing that maybe, juuuust maybe, you have that ONE person who you’ve inspired, who loves your work, and lurks your socials awaiting for your next project. Your art, your music, YOUR story has the potential to do that, but you have to love what YOU do.
And yes, your love WILL show. Maybe not with stats, or kudos, or notes, or comments. But you may be someone’s favorite without even knowing. As long as your art is out there, it WILL reach somebody. I will try to be that somebody for a lot of you, but there is indeed A LOT of you.
In a world where media is being “consumed” for “content,” remember that ART comes from the heART (sorry not sorry for being cheesy). Artists, Writers, Poets, Musicians, Sculptors, HUMANS: Get your hearts out there for the world to see. The world needs more motivated minds. 💫
#love what you do#love who you are#love what you love#writing inspiration#art inspiration#positive posting#positivity posting#motivational#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#artblr#writblr#writeblr#writerblr#artists#art#writers#writing#writeblr community#artist community#writing community#ao3 community#writers on ao3#ao3#writblr community#writerscommunity
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