#quitter

[liberalsarecool]

Another ad campaign from Republicans handed to @dccc.

[laserdisc01]

Here's Paul Leskowitz, the guy that played that one game Garalina made idk what's it called

[jb-cohen]

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant

Fleurir un peu avant de partir. Mon dernier voeu. Reformuler la couleur du moment sur la terre qui nous a offert des racines ; la question du départ qui perd en conjectures, en directions, en profondeurs.

(Dans la portée des ombres, extrait)

© Pierre Cressant

(jeudi 13 octobre 2005 - lundi 9 décembre 2024)

[vhscorp]

La pire des trahisons, c’est de quitter l’autre sans explications…

V. H. SCORP

[bumblebee-cottage]

[candont]

[digital-media-enthusiast]

[thatdamnokie]

dead people’s stuff, oklahoma city, ok.

[cutest-bunny-writings]

I think I'm gonna quit writing.

Hateful criticism that's being masqueraded around as "constructive" is what's being given to me every time I present anything from a tiny drabble to the equivalent of a small novelette.

And this is mostly happening in an academic setting, so it's just making my love for it outside of an academic setting slowly rot away to dust.

Have I just been a bad writer this whole time? Was everybody just lying to me? Or did I just lose my touch and now I suck at something I used to love because I'm starting to hate it?

I don't know what to do. All that effort put in so I could be given some kind of validation to being a writer and now it doesn't matter.

I feel of no intellectual value, even in the smallest sense. And it appears that my peers and colleagues think the same of me.

These past few weeks I have just been thrown a whole lot of fancy ways to say "you suck" and "you don't matter" in regards to my writing.

The one thing that I can look back on and kind of be okay with the grade I got and not really question it to much is the notes/essay/report I did on Roots by Alex Haley (good book but really hard to read).

So I'm leaning heavily on the possibility of quitting and taking all my writings down forever because that tiny sliver of niceness is not enough to convince me that my writing will ever matter in the slightest, even if it is just for fun.

[exoptaha]

holy shit ! the buddies

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

When I believe that nothing lasts forever

You stay with me, keeping us together

And make me feel like I never ever wanna give you up

'Til now, I've always been a quitter

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

les hirondelles se sont posées sur une ligne de pluie ; elles cherchent le départ mais elles n’ont trouvé qu’un envol ; tout quitter doit s’appuyer sur un point solide et sûr pour aboutir ; le doute et l'instable ne permettent jamais d'abandonner ce qu'on a

© Pierre Cressant

(samedi 24 septembre 2022)

[genexxer]

I wore pads too back when they shot this. Little fat ugly jv lineman /hell week bruises on forearms. Wore girdle. Pants had dirt relief print of girdle from being pancaked by varsity noseguard every snap. Bruises there too. Quit every day. Then wake up and feet just took me back to my locker despite objecting. Started noticing the bruises on everybody. Saw head fake. Didn't matter. Wasn't quick. Didn't see how. Bruises on places never before.

[dentaldamselindistress]

He SO deserves this roasting.

[evilhorse]

Captain America doesn’t exist anymore!