#writers aesthetic

[inkncordes]

Устроила небольшую фотосессию своей скромной перьевой коллекции, чтобы показать её @khaantengri 🖋️❤️‍🔥

Parker Sonnet Core Red Lacquer

Parker IM Royal SE The Last Frontier Deep Sea

Parker IM Royal SE The Last Frontier Space

Parker IM Royal SE The Last Frontier Artic

Parker Vector XL Sea Wave

[elizabugz]

[ceramicteapot]

you still have the bracelet that friend gave you as a fall present all those years ago. its gentle rolling against your skin still reminds you of the belly-clutching, never-ending laughter you shared in sparse classrooms together, how you'd walk everywhere together, how texting each other felt more natural than breathing sometimes, how every second of your day could be shared with them and you wouldn't mind.

you haven't heard their voice in over 2 years now.

so yeah. maybe you can get over the worst of heartbreaks. maybe you can love people and miss them and still let go. maybe choosing yourself isn't so bad. maybe begging for love, clenching your teeth to stop the tears, and digging your nails into your skin out of anger, hurt, pain... really is undeserved.

it's okay. you can sit with it all, feel everything down to the last cell of your body, process it in any way that you can. you can heal. and healing doesn't mean not hurting. it means going on despite it all without pushing anything under the rug.

it means getting up, looking the cause of your pain in the eye, and not letting them have the power they so crave.

it's tough, but you've realized that so are you.

maybe, you'll keep the bracelet as a reminder.

[humming-a-memory]

And the world around me feels as though it will end. The heart breaks and the eyes cry. And my soul thinks about the way we all sat on the breakfast table years ago—the basket filled with fruit that was still ripe; the sunlight from the window falling in; the white glow of the walls; warm tea brewing on the stove; and the echoes of laughter and chatter.

[jeoncanis]

The holy trinity

"ah mate" but like lovingly

"darling" but like vengefully

"you idiot" but like 'come with me until the end of days, it will be chaotic and sublime, ours will be a love they'll write stories about'

[stupiddeadpoets]

I believe everyone deserves to be loved and feel loved. I always want people to do the things they want to do and do whatever makes them happy with out getting hurt or hurting others. But why must I keep myself out of this? Am I not worthy of loving someone? Am I not worthy of happiness? of true happiness? Did I make my expectations of myself too high that even I can't reach them anymore. Did I fail myself in my journey of self-love? Have I lost my way of being?

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[poetryforall]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[inkncordes]

Одно из дорогих, но очень смутных воспоминаний детства — печатная машинка, которая была у нас в деревне. Нам, детям, отдали её для игры, и мы какое-то время занимались тем, что печатали разные шуточные объявления и газетные статьи. Я плохо помню, как она работала, но ощущение нажатия на клавишу едва ли забуду. Это нельзя сравнивать с современной клавиатурой. Там нужно было нажимать сильно и резко, практически бить по кнопке. Или мне так казалось, потому что я была ребёнком.

Ещё помню, что машинка была жёлтой. Скорее всего «Любава», что же ещё? Но где она теперь и какова её участь, я уже не знаю.

У меня есть довольно глупая мечта однажды купить себе печатную машинку. Поставить её в беседке в цветущем саду и тёплым летним утром писать что-нибудь доброе и чувственное. Я понимаю, насколько это нефункционально для современного мира, но в печатных машинках, как и в перьевых ручках, есть особенная притягательная магия. Эта эстетика меня очень вдохновляет.

[manincaffeine]

[ceramicteapot]

i went to a children's park today. nothing has made me feel sadder in quite a while now. it's like i can sense the loss, more like, the lack, of a childhood in my own life as i watched the children.

i was nothing like them. they're loud. they laugh. they have friends. they have mothers who wipe their tears and patient fathers who teach them how to ride a bike. i had none of that.

i was quiet as a tree, blending into the background like dirt. no one waited on me. i was barely ever picked up. i never learned how to ride a bicycle.

where's my compensation for any of that? how do i get my childhood back? how do i heal from any of what happened which wasn't even my fault? how do i tolerate the person i have become?

it's never easy watching others be happy when you just feel so sorry for yourself. and how do you stop that? i genuinely want to not feel the pang of pain in my chest when this happens. i want to be utterly happy for others too.

[loveelizabeths]

there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill