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suparhythm · 9 months ago
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Rise! (Stop Living in the Past)
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bethanynightfall · 3 months ago
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If I had a flower for each thought of you, I’d wander through my garden forevermore. ⚘️🤍
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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 months ago
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character word list request: Josuke
https://jojowiki.com/Josuke_Higashikata
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Albatross - something that causes persistent deep concern or anxiety
Amity - friendship
Anchor - to secure firmly; fix
Assuagement - lessening the intensity of (something that pains or distresses); ease
Convalesce - to recover health and strength gradually after sickness or weakness
Dudgeon - a fit or state of indignation—often used in the phrase, "in high dudgeon"
Fervency - intensity of feeling or expression
Fettle - state or condition of health, fitness, wholeness, spirit, or form—often used in the phrase, "in fine fettle"
Forfend - protect, preserve
Heartsease - peace of mind; tranquility
Heliotrope - a variable color averaging a moderate to reddish purple
Impetuous - marked by impulsive vehemence or passion
Inkhorn - ostentatiously learned; marked by or given to showing knowledge in a showy way
Irascibility - marked by hot temper and easily provoked anger
Meliorate - to improve; to make better
Openhearted - outspoken; free in expressing one's true feelings and opinions
Purpleheart - a strong durable purplish wood that is obtained from various leguminous trees (genus Peltogyne) of Central and South America; amaranth
Revivify - to give new life to; revive
Umbrage - a feeling of pique or resentment at some often fancied slight or insult; shadow
Violaceous - of the color violet
Hope this helps with your writing. If it does, do tag me, or send me a link to your work. I would love to read it!
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itscontinental · 2 months ago
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It's no scan, but we believe we've found a system.
Q #909
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scorp-seeress · 2 months ago
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anulithots · 5 months ago
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My dear, you are so perfectionistic it's eating you up inside.
My dear, your emotions fluctuate and that is okay, they are not to be managed and controlled, analyzed to tiny pieces, cut up with a knife so they may be 'right'. The more difficult, the icky ones which clog and clump over every available area are not to be scraped away so the remaining edges are raw and bloodied. It is okay, it is okay, little one, to let them remain and let them be. Beasts of sorts. That's what they are, behemoths to be observed from afar
My dear, not every word has to be presentable, not every action and every expression and every day of lazy butterflies must be boxed so a bow of loose glitter may be placed atop. You are allowed to exist. You are not a waste of space. For the stars, black holes, galaxies and colorful nothings fill it, yet the space remains regardless of its wonders. You are not what you can give, nor do you give little. This does not justify your existence because your life does not need justification.
My dear, what is this life if not a collection? Why must you gather all the lights and scatter them across the aesthetic pages of a worn sketchbook and call that worthwhile? Why when it brings you nothing but burnt hands and a sky without its stars. Is there not something poetic within this, icky and almost-disgusting as it may be? Does there need to be poetry in this? Ah, I see you write this down but even so does it need to be in fancy words? Is there not something beautiful in it when you step away for a moment to gaze upon what has amassed?
My dear, this body has emotions and those emotions fluctuate and what is it if not a dance of sorts? Breathe and let yourself rest. It is okay.
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som3on3outth3r3 · 2 months ago
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9/8/24: grand exit
(another great prompt from @nosebleedclub <3)
and, when that day does come,
when all of the energy
and organisms and light
that have shared in the experience of creation
that is my Life part ways,
i want to mold with the earth
in all of her magnificent mass
and layers of time,
cradling her beloved beings,
hurling through this endless expanse
for the sake of existence.
i want to sleep from seed
into sapling, stretch
as far as my fibers can reach
into twig, into trunk, into
bright, wide open sky.
i want to float through the atmosphere
on clouds and wind,
meet with the almighty heat
of our sun’s flares,
somersault with new stars
as their celestial lights
are just coming to.
i want not only to feel death
as the grand exit that it is,
but as the doorway back
into an infinite history
that i have always shared in
and will always know.
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pixie-skull · 2 months ago
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323rd edit and I used Disney’s Pocahontas, from well, Pocahontas (I included two screenshots of her as one contrast of her older design). Besides having scenes of straight hair like The Nightmare Before Christmas’ Sally, Pocahontas I appreciate has a similar or closer body build too. Lastly, like Sally, Pocahontas default face is sad or worried. I am running out of 3D characters + stop motion women characters to reimagine as 2D or hand drawn characters. Guilty confession, I think Pocahontas 2 is better film compared to Pocahontas 1.
*= I have so far not used one 2D character twice for my reimagining series.
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inkneverdies · 22 hours ago
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Orgasmic State
I missed the last bus, left to wander alone, With nothing but shadows and pavement unknown. Stores all closed, food waiting afar, So I stepped on the road, guided only by stars.
This wasn’t a walk made for comfort or ease, With cars roaring past like beasts unleashed. Eighty miles per hour, their headlights ablaze, Casting brief shadows in dizzying waves.
No charged device to show how far I’d go, But eight miles stretched in the darkness below. Four times I paused, thought I’d just settle down, Rest in the dust of the roadside ground.
But then, as if knowing I needed a guide, The moon broke through clouds, took its place by my side. It lit up the blackness with silver and grace, A steady companion in the vast, open space.
And in that pure glow, I was struck by the sight— How the moon in its splendor wasn’t quite right. For all its beauty, its pull, its claim, It was but a flicker of her radiant flame.
Yet there in that stillness, I felt something rise, An ache so deep it brought tears to my eyes. Lost in the night, with just the moon as my friend, I walked through the darkness, to whatever end.
She wasn’t there, but I felt her near, Her spirit alive in the light so clear. For now, it’s the moon that will show me the way, A guide through the shadows till night yields to day.
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tigertrotter · 3 months ago
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Gyro Zeppeli: A Haiku
Gyro Zeppeli,
The JoBro of Part Seven,
To Johnny Joestar.
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stumbling-after-happiness · 9 months ago
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Threading from page to mind
My books are my tapestry weaving through time
Each word a hole I’m threading through from page to mind.
Flowing letters set down by past hands,
Mingling the black and white marks with my experiences.
And I’m thinking, millions of us read the same words,
Yet, our minds are fashioning different visual textures.
How beautiful that books are the threaded needle,
Ready for whoever picks them up and starts sewing a new story.
The outlines are always similar, yet each sparkling detail unique.
Through reading on, the patterns rest in hazes, shifting from distinct edges to impressions.
Its making space for us to feel finishing memories
And start creating anew.
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suparhythm · 8 months ago
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Beyond Anxiey and Self-Isolation
The ceiling fan creaks a monotonous lullaby, a mocking counterpoint to the symphony of anxieties swirling inside my head.Sunlight bleeds weakly through the dusty blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing a chaotic ballet in the air; each particle a tiny reflection of the disarray that is my life.My reflection in the mirror across the room mocks me,dark circles under bloodshot eyes, hair a…
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bethanynightfall · 3 months ago
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Let your imagination run wild, in a field of flowers, my dearest adventurous child. 🌱🌼
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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 months ago
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If you’re doing character word lists, may I request Giorno?
https://jojowiki.com/Giorno_Giovanna
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Adamantine - unyielding; resembling the diamond in hardness or luster
Aegis - protection; control or guidance especially by an individual, group
Aureate - of a golden color or brilliance
Beneficence - the quality or state of doing or producing good
Chary - (archaic) dear, treasured
Cloudland - the realm of visionary speculation or poetic imagination
Colorable - seemingly valid or genuine
Dégagé - being free and easy
Epistemic - of or relating to knowledge or knowing; cognitive
Ladybug - any of numerous small nearly hemispherical often brightly colored often spotted beetles (family Coccinellidae)
Largesse - generosity
Lionhearted - courageous, brave
Luminary - a body that gives light; one of the celestial bodies
Magnanimous - showing or suggesting a lofty and courageous spirit
Mensch - a person of integrity and honor
Noetic - of, relating to, or based on the intellect
Qui vive - alert, lookout—used in the phrase "on the qui vive"
Roseate - resembling a rose especially in color; overly optimistic; viewed favorably
Stalwart - marked by outstanding strength and vigor of body, mind, or spirit
Wallflower - a shy or reserved person
Hope this helps with your writing. If it does, do tag me, or send me a link to your work. I would love to read it!
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itscontinental · 3 months ago
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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 8 months ago
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Day 83 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
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An older gentleman falls asleep on my shoulder as we sit on the bus.
A woman talks to someone she knows on the phone, she looks happy.
The bus driver reminds me of Otto from the Simpsons.
Someone gets on with pizza and coffee and it smells so good.
A little boy pays for him and his mom's fare, I think it's cute until he acts like a brat when his mom tries to take the debit card back from him.
An old chubby man drives by us in his car smoking a cigarette with big elvis sunglasses, I wonder if he feels cool.
A crossing guard, a student, the elderly,
There's so many different characters you come in contact with.
Girls with glued on eyelashes and nails - their heavy makeup covering pimples that you can still see.
Guys with goofy hairdos, glued to their phones wearing too much body spray and trying to act manly.
The sun's going down now and it looks beautiful,
I smile - people probably think I'm nuts sitting here grinning like a psycho.
I don't even care though, it's so damn beautiful.
Birds are flying gracefully through a background of pink, blue, purple, orange and yellow.
I feel free...
I feel like this bus could take me anywhere in the world right now and I'd be okay with it.
This is what freedom feels like.
Nothing to do, nowhere to be.
Just sitting on the bus - going down random streets and ending up who knows where.
I like it, I need to do this more often.
~Jenni
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