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You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love

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"I hate you" as...

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

An angry shout. Fists clenched, fury bubbling up inside until it finally bursts out.

A surrender. Exhausted, inflectionless. This is what you wanted, and you finally got it.

A joke; I'm giggling and so are you, and the words are so soft no one takes them seriously.

A warning; I'd never say that to you, and you know it, and now you know that something is very, very wrong.

A way of snarking back and forth with you. You've done something annoying, and I say I hate you, but we both know I don't mean it.

Defiance; you've won and we both know it, and I cannot stop you, but I will look you straight in the eyes, even to the end.

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poetry is a fundamental food group if you dont read a decent poem once or twice a month you get soul anemic bone tired and all that

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have your characters permanently disabled at the end of their story. It's not a punishment, I promise. You don't have to imply that your hero is going to "overcome" their disability at the epilogue.

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I have this disease called starts too many WIPs syndrome

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my writing fundamentally changed forever ten years ago when i realized you could use sentence structure to control people’s heart rates. is this still forbidden knowledge or does everyone know it now

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send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini fic inspired by it

sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine.

tell me we'll never get used to it.

love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

i like him and i want to be like him.

monsters are always hungry, darling.

i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies.

there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, and a bottle of pills.

but i wore his jacket for the longest time.

you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

and no one can ever figure out what you want and you won't tell them.

you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you.

i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren't making any sense.

someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it.

if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand.

please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me?

i take off my hands and i give them to you.

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him.

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one thing about orpheus and eurydice is you guys are all like “i’m different i wouldnt turn to look at her” because you are all familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. but orpheus wasnt familiar with the story because he was in it lol.

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I think this is my favorite poem.

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twitter @peachprc // tiktok // Man to Man by Dorian Electra // Untitled (You Construct Intricate Rituals) by Barbara Kruger // Wrestlers by Unknown // @qannibalism // Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk // Dracula by Bram Stoker // Among Us // Hannibal 2x10 // twitter @uheeuhaha // Little Beast by Richard Siken // Succession 3x04

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this obliterated me

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Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

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Born, Sick, Kiki Nicole

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why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?

—  @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry

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Seeker of Knowledge, a short comic I made! :D

I saw the tree bearing the furits of knowledge. I did not pick from it.

I saw the beast of old wisdom upon a stone, who was seeked by kings and emperors. I did not ask from it.

I saw the spring beneath the tree, gleaming with truth and screts. I did not drink from it.

I followed the flow of the stream to a great abyss. And I looked.

In it, I saw the great coils of the universe. Breathing a rhythm.

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Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.��

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

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Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”

[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]