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garadinervi · 23 hours ago
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Lucio Amelio, Ma l'amore no, Cover art by Cy Twombly, (Vinyl/LP, CD, Cassette), LA /JS 99, Mister Hart Recording, 1990 [midcenturyclassical]
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l'Altissimo
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polyhedric-dimension · 1 year ago
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Who are you when you're not performing?
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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 8 months ago
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𝐇𝐒𝐑&𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐬. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
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synopsis: NSFW links for women in genshin and hsr!
a/n: be sure to be logged into twt!
HSR
Kafka: riding her
Black Swan: on the couch
Yukong: waking you up
Acheron: needfully rubbing yourselves on eachother
Himeko: eating you out
Jingliu: spreading your legs open
Serval: when she’s on top of you
Genshin
Ei: eating her out
Beidou: you can’t escape
Eula: slow and sweet
Yae Miko: sucking each others tits
Arlecchino: creaming all around her fingers
ShenHe: scissoring
Yelan: riding her thigh
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whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
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heywriters · 1 year ago
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Everyone who was/is dedicated to tagging Goncharov as "unreality" pls do the same with AI images.
Untagged fake photos are permeating the art, interior design, and now writing prompt areas of tumblr. It gives me uncanny valley ick, so there's probably others who it stresses out more.
Please tag your auto-generated images!
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itscontinental · 3 months ago
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Repeating ourselves again
And plagiarizing
Two of our favorite things
Incidentally there IS a monster at the end of this book;
But we've got time,
and brick,
and gusto.
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violet-harmon2011 · 8 months ago
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blnxpc · 18 days ago
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Concrete Poetry Is
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poetrylandx · 1 month ago
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Breathless, heavy,
teeth sinking into my lips,
your words - so dirty, so sweet
How much power they hold over me
My body escapes my will,
my mind drowns in your darkness
The pictures you paint are vivid, searing,
pulling me into a world I can barely bear - yet cannot leave
I feel your verses in my bones, in my flesh
They caress my senses, tear apart my reason,
and yet, they never touch me
Please, make it real
Allow me to live my thoughts, not just lay them down on paper
Turn words into actions,
and I am yours
I beg you - break the spell
For you are both,
the cause and the cure of my desire.
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thinkingimages · 1 year ago
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Brion Gysin, Magic Mushrooms, (work on paper), 1961 [October Gallery, London. © Brion Gysin]
(Source: octobergallery.co.uk)
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reveriemistress · 4 months ago
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There is something so incredibly intimate about drawing the face of someone you love.
It allows you to capture the minute details of their face that you might not have otherwise:
The curve of their lips
at the meeting
And the places where
their
skin
dips.
The soft contours of their nose
The light...
And the shadows.
The shape of the
sparkle
in their eye and the
mischief it signifies.
One
Two
Three crinkles at their eyes.
It is the closest you can get to someone without touching them.
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6jaadedxx · 2 years ago
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in a cold world
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garadinervi · 3 hours ago
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From: Mangelos (Dimitrije Bašičević), Jahnrensbuch, (artist book), around 1970, [«L'internationale»; courtesy of Mario Bruketa. © Estate of Mangelos (Dimitrije Bašicevic)]
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polyhedric-dimension · 1 year ago
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All I know of love is hunger.
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kiestrokes · 1 year ago
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Get you a bestie who understands creative burnout due to overstimulation 🩵
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tianaahhhh · 1 year ago
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WRITING EXERCISE 101
Do you want to write visually? Do you want to write your scenes descriptively AND not get your readers bored? Do you envy the authors whose work are so indulging even if it doesn't have a fun storyline or too much dialogues? If yes, me too.
While surfing through the internet about it, I couldn't find much help. So I had no option but to devise my own practice method. And I swear on Aaron Blackford and my other fictional boyfriends, IT WORKS MAGIC.
So..... one article I found was going on and on about, think like a screenwriter, see like a poet, paint with words etc etc, and I remember thinking-- only if it was this easy.
In this method all you need is, still picture from any of your favorite movie or show (better if it is in the same genre as your WIP) and a blank document open. You don't need to think so hard like a scriptwriter or see things from a poet's perspective if you're not one yourself.
You open the picture on one side of your device and open your document on the other, and you describe exactly word by word about what YOU see. You can even refer to the context of the movie in that scene or maybe make up a new one by yourself.
Don't try to force in poetic devices if you can't think of any at that moment.
Instead, when you'll later read that piece of text again, i promise, you will get a rush of new and better ideas.
Practice this a few more times and the next time when you'll start to work on your WIP, you'll have a much better and clearer idea of what you AND your reader want to have there.
Make sure to let me know how this worked out for y'all!
Thank me later<3
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eighty2-moons · 9 months ago
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‘we don’t like to talk’
my mother tells me
and i tell her we were made to talk
i tell her that i
read once that what sets humans apart is our communication;
our ability to talk about anything and everything,
to seek out a wider world and to crave conversation,
words ideas noise
the world is full of noise
and sometimes it’s too much for
me
and my mother
we don’t talk
atleast not about what matters
i have conversations in my head
where i heal myself
with myself
i soothe myself
and i say everything i would like to hear
until the point that conversation with anyone
except my conscience
is redundant
i imagine my mother doing this once
or twice
or every day of her life
when she got on a plane at the age of 15 and traveled alone to a foreign nation
an alien,
at the mercy of teenage girls with white skin,
children of colonizers and rascists
i imagine her, with her wide glasses and patterned skirts
finding herself in a cruel world
finding herself without a mother,
without family,
without conversation,
alone
alone
alone
I am not alone
but survival instincts
rarely dissipate
do they ?
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any feedback is appreciated!!
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