#art of writing

[logophilist1982]

Old library

[destinedjourneyofwords]

Writing to you feels like a gentle hug,resting my head on your chest feeling at peace; Writing to you feels like a cool breeze carrying the sweet earthy scent of rain soaked soil; Writing to you feels like sipping my tea in my mug,warming my hands and heart; Writing to you feels like smiling on an instinct whenever I see or find something beautiful; Writing to you feels like a favorite habit,I'll happily do but definitely not a duty that I'm assigned with; Writing to you feels like healing my pain and telling you where it hurts me the most,to show you how I endured and survived my worst heartbreaks alone without trying to pretend,without the fear of consequences; Writing to you feels like I am being myself and living my moments in the most genuine way possible; Writing to you feels like giving my whole heart to the loving hands,where I am safely nestled,deeply cared, tenderly nurtured and unconditionally loved; Writing to you feels like a blessing for a lifetime chance to eternally honour you,to express how I am in awe of you and the way you make me feel loved anyway and in every way,my love!

[lunaa-with-sol]

[eloquenthubak1982]

*SOURCE PINTEREST*

[blackswaneuroparedux]

The dramatic writer must understand and sympathise with all classes.

- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

There are many reasons why Sherlocks Holmes is as famous as he is. But one of the overlooked things in the writings of Conan Doyle is empathy for people of whatever station in the tumultous times that Conan Doyle was living through.

[mckitterick]

The power of writing

by Sara Gray: X

[composedbyselma]

Traveling home

my heart no longer feels as if it’s travelling here,

here became home

and there became a travel.

-Selma

[too-much-imagination]

I was meant to be a lover.

But I’m so lonely now.

[girlsrangels]

What is it to die?

She asked the fates.

The fates smiled down at their prisoner.

Why ask such a question, dearest?

I want to know what happened to that girl I saw.

The fates share a quick glance, a few hushed words.

For most people, it is a relief.

She thought for a moment.

I wish I could've died with her.

The fates smile at this.

But, dearest.

They say.

You are destined to live here with us.

For how long?

For eternity.

She sighs, and restarts her task of picking up the fallen threads of the lives her fates are stitching together.

Each fallen thread is made of disappointment, of crushed dreams.

She weaves them into her own boring fate.

[nieuwe-secession]

Calligraphy sketches

[jamiesonwolf]

The Esotoracle Issue Eight!

I’ve been a long-time fan of The Esotoracle magazine. Published in the United Kingdom, it is a wealth of information on Tarot, different decks, ways to read oracle cards and anything under the sun having to do with spirituality and divination. I’ve loved diving into each issue and learning something more about myself and my journey with spirituality. I’m honoured to have an article that I wrote…

[logophilist1982]

Franz Kafka & love

[eloquenthubak1982]

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.”

Philip Sidney, Astrophel And Stella (1591)

The philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein wrestles with writer's block . And yet he remains undefeated. Writing about writer's block is better than not writing at all.