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"She was alone as everyone is every morning after a dream."
– Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959.
#anais nin#anaïs nin#children of the albatross#the sealed room#amoriginals#patroclusplaylist#mindlife#writing and poetry#writing#light acamedia#stream of conscious writing#bedroom#dark academia#a house is not a home
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I could post Chapter 8 of A House Is Not A Home (But He Can Build Her One) tonight, right? In honour of the 31st of October? To make this a day where Jily get to be happy? Gosh... this chapter is writing itself. I'm at 3000+ words and my goal for every chapter is to have between 4000-5000 words for this one. I really love Chapter 8.
Me writing this chapter:
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I want to have another version of you that I can count my blessings on.
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The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 2 Match 49
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Credits @fromdarzaitoleeza on ig
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how to make a house feel full
(a poem based off my personal life)
Pattering rain. An inconsistent yet predictable melody.
Ear damage. Bleeding from speakers and headphones.
Quiet mutterings. To keep sanity in my calloused hands.
Hunched bodies. Homework lies discarded in favor of elsewhere.
Making noise. Just enough that I may see the light of day.
A house cannot always be a home.
I miss the noises of living.
Without them I’m trapped within four walls and a roof.
The last thing I felt like I actually heard.
Was the slam of a door and a starting car.
Sniffles of a wounded woman passed me by in my sleep.
It’s been silent since you left.
How do I make a house a home again.
How do I make a silent room feel full.
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A House Is Not a Home, Mexican lobby card, Mexican theatrical release 1969
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A house is not a home when there's no one there to hold you tight.
Dionne Warwick, A House Is Not A Home
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It is fun having something to play my beater records on. Some of them haven't been spun in a few years since I don't want to accidentally damage my higher quality equipment.
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Marryyyyyy..........are you trying to kill me with all the excitement you are giving this week. and oh with the cliffhanger in a house is not a home and injured james in tddup its one adrenaline high after another. I can see why 8 is your fav chapter to write causes its my fav chapter read till now.You are a marvel😍😍😍
Sweetheart! Thank you so much for this! What if I told you that Chapter 9 of A House Is Not A Home (But He Can Build Me One) is done and will likely be posted soon?!
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I'm not saying I was born in the wrong generation, or whatever, because I wasn't. I just really, really hate modern architecture.
✨️✨️ARCHITECTURE RANT✨️✨️
Look at all this flavor, this personality, this artwork. By God, it is beautiful. Reject minimalism. Reject brutality. Reject beige. Reject concrete. Embrace maximalism. Embrace lace. Embrace hand carved furniture. Embrace stained glass. Embrace lots and lots of plants in your home. Return to your roots. Become beautiful once again. Be an oceanside house with sea glass wind chimes and stained glass windows. Be a hillside manor with an ornate greenhouse and plush bed. Be a little cabin deep in the forest with a stone fireplace and handmade chairs. Be a cramped apartment in New York with string lights and heirloom plates stacked in a cabinate. Anything but the London Lincoln Plaza, minimal, or modern brutalism. PLEASE. For some reason, unknown to me, society as a whole has become obsessed with sleek, clean designs. All houses must look the same. Save on space. Beige! I hate it. The overwhelming obsession with minimalism feels gross. Like people shouldn't express themselves through their home, the very place in which they live and thrive. When I walk into a minimalistic house, it seems like no one really lives there. Everything is perfect and pristine. Also, I hate cubes. And rectangles. And any perfect quadrilateral. Why should we as humans have perfect, pristine homes when we as humans are inherently flawed, imperfect beings? Why have we done this? Why shouldn't we show off our strange collections and bright throw pillows? Why should anything have to match? Why live your life and not express your joy? I understand that many people like these styles, but usually, if they do, they really mean eco-brutalist or googie. But minimalism brings no joy. I have too many things and opinions to express at once. Thoughts?
#beige hate club#architecture#vintage#modern architecture is the worst#society as a whole should embrace art and design again#i love her#its so pretty#beige concrete houses barely count as homes#a house is not a home#without people LIVING in it#if everything is untouched and perfect- you are not living there#bring some color#add some throw pillows#slay#be unique#what society thinks doesn't matter
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The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 1 Match 52
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I miss my home. Not the house I spent my teenage years in. Not the house where my parents and brother live with our dogs. No, I miss my home. The home that I found on a campus surrounded by strangers. The home where my best friend bakes cookies in the basement. The home that has hammocks hanging from the trees and plenty of flowers for the bees. The home that is a thousand miles away from this house that I spent my teenage years in. I miss my home.
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