#sparkofinspiration

[wishexpedition23]

[thedarkroomphotos]

Some times the sky looks like the ocean that's ahead #seaoftrees #scenicshots #instapic #humblensimple #sparkofinspiration #the_dark_room_photos (at Sea of Thieves) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoBncyMj6oj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xai7gwi73ndb

[artbypeleegirl]

I’ve been neglecting studio time for the past couple of weeks and I’m feeling it. Time to dive back in and get to it again. I had a spark of inspiration when I saw a photo of Vulturine Guinea Fowl so here we go with some sketches @houseofstrombo @strombo . . . . #sundayinthestudio #sketchbooksunday #sparkofinspiration #birdart #guineafowl #weirdbird #gettingbackontrack https://www.instagram.com/p/CKc_BvFAKxG/?igshid=fedr2catwb39

[lumoscamden-blog]

“What If?”

“What If?”

Two words. Two simple words. Together, they seem daunting. A glimpse of what could’ve been. A glimpse of the past. What might have happened.

What if?

What if you stood tall instead of scrunching your shoulders throughout high school?

What if you decided to go out for the Track team? Well knowing there was a chance you would not make the cut?

What if you did something reckless? For once in your life do something remotely risky?

For me, it’s the fear of failure.

The fear of falling.

The fear of disappointing those closest to me.

The fear of disappointing myself.

A life long fear of failure has catapulted me into an abyss of “What If?” thoughts.

But is looking at the past with longing and untouched emotions worth it? Or do we go on?

Do we relish in the times of yesteryear? The familiar sounds of the high school Marching Band playing the decades old fight song. The smell of still fresh paint and Expo markers? The glossy sheen of the gym school floor and intense panic that ensued when the Physical Education teacher drawled on about the importance of swimming.

Do we savor the fleeting moments of high school feelings?

“What if I told him how I felt?”

I’ve pondered this thought in my head for years.

What if I put myself out there? What if I told this 16 year old human with dark eyes and a laugh that could make anyone fall in a deep love, exactly how I felt?

How I wanted to know his soul. (What 16 year old thinks that? lol)

How I wanted to cry out my frustrations of depression and anxiety in his strong arms?

But I never told him how I felt.

And now it’s too late.

And so we go on. We try to forget the feelings of unrequited love. The headstrong, quick to anger brains of adolescent years.

But on a positive note.

So I didn’t tell him how I felt.

And that’s okay.

Because I’m on a journey that’s so vastly different from anyone else’s.

And that journey does not include the unsaid feelings from high school. The journey does not include the hope of adoration from a Letterman jacket clad golden boy.

The journey goes on. And so does yours.

And golden boy, if you’re reading this:

I wish you every happiness in life. And so much love you won’t even know what to do with it. There’s still the high school girl inside that hopes one day we can laugh at old times over a pour over of Ethiopian coffee.

“On the outside, always looking in

Will I ever be more than I've always been?

'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass

I'm waving through a window.”

- Waving Through A Window (Dear Evan Hansen)

[freedommatthews-blog]

#amwriting✒ more of #VolumeII tonight! We haven't reached the Wilted Rose as of yes but a new chapter just popped into my brain today and I just HAD to let my fingers fly! From being in such a writing funk to where I am now, is just amazing! It's become a real joy to write again... ⚔⚓️📚✍ . . #amrewriting #amediting #oftomes #cursesofviii #inherited #sameoldshipbrandnewcrew #wiltedrose #pirates #iwriteya #writersblock #writerslife #authorsofinstagram #yalovin #sparkofinspiration #sparkofinsanity #fightclub #lennieesque

[art-from-sara-blog]

Found theses wood chips at the thrift store and had some serious inspiration! More to come :)

[felissamacabre-blog]

A Spark of Inspiration II Felissa & Riley

Felissa was stumped, she was having a horrible case of writers block. She hadn't been able to write a single story in over a month, her proverbial well of ideas had run dry. She'd thought that meeting a ghost would make things more interesting but all she's really learned was that the afterlife was a lot more dull than she'd previously imagined. She'd decided there was no better place than to receive inspiration for a horror story than the place where most horror stories ended up, in the cemetery.

She grabbed her journal, a flashlight, her cellphone and a windbreaker to protect her from the biting cold and made her way out into the cool night air. She was never nervous walking around town at night, even with the murder rate as high was it was in Deacon Falls, it just didn't seem to bother her, maybe it was because she just wasn't scared of death or maybe it was because she was naive in thinking that no one would kill her. 

She arrived at the cemetery to the find the gate was already open, she normally would have found this strange but thought nothing of it as she made her way inside. She flicked on her flashlight and made her way through the cemetery looking at every gravestone, trying to find something to ignite a spark in her mind. She'd arrived at a large mausoleum and was about to head in when she heard the sound of a branch breaking behind her, she spun around but didn't see anyone or anything behind her. She thought about turning back but decided against it and head into the mausoleum.

She walked inside and looked around, the place must not have had any visitors in years, dust and cobwebs covered almost everything. She looked at all of the separate spaces for each individual that had been laid to rest there, some only had the date of birth and the dates of their deaths on them but some actually had quotes and things on them. As she continued to walk she saw that one of the plots had been busted as if someone had been trying to get inside or maybe even someone had been trying to get out. She shined her flashlight into the hole and began to peer inside when she heard the mausoleum door slam, she jumped a foot in the air and dropped the flashlight onto the floor. She picked it up hurriedly and flashed it in the direction of the doorway and that's when she saw the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen walking towards her.