jpdoingwords
jpdoingwords
Feather Of Lead
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jpdoingwords · 1 day ago
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You are never letting a WIP rot. You are doing it a service. Your WIP is a sourdough starter and the five words you wrote that one day were all it needed to sustain itself. It will bubble and be ready when you are.
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jpdoingwords · 1 day ago
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The very first thing he said was ‘I was thinking about you the other day’ 🥺 and here I was assuming he’d have forgotten I existed
We were friends from the age of 14 till our mid 30s - the idea that I would be somehow erased from his mind because we stopped talking back in 2016 is both stupid and very much how I am as a person.
Did I forget him? No. So - why would he forget me? This is something I very much need to work on. Remembering I exist to others.
Tentatively reaching out to a close friend I lost touch with many years ago (8? 9?) while vaguely uncertain if I didn’t upset them prior to last contract, has got to be the most terrifying thing I’ve done in a long time.
But it also feels like the right thing, whatever happens.
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jpdoingwords · 1 day ago
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reblog to give prev some of that good writing mojo
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jpdoingwords · 1 day ago
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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
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jpdoingwords · 2 days ago
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Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.
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jpdoingwords · 2 days ago
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Tentatively reaching out to a close friend I lost touch with many years ago (8? 9?) while vaguely uncertain if I didn’t upset them prior to last contract, has got to be the most terrifying thing I’ve done in a long time.
But it also feels like the right thing, whatever happens.
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jpdoingwords · 2 days ago
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hate how your brain can’t stop pre-grieving people. they’re not gone, but you’re so afraid of losing them that you’re already grieving them even when they’re here
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jpdoingwords · 3 days ago
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In the fields with which we are concerned, knowledge comes only in lightning flashes. The text is the long roll of thunder that follows.
Walter Benjamin, The Arcades Project [N1,1]
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jpdoingwords · 3 days ago
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Nooshin Ghanbari, from "transient"
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jpdoingwords · 6 days ago
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Kostas Varnalis' poem "Alcibiades"
Translated from greek by me.
I decided, since it's poetry, and I'm not a poet, to translate it as directly from greek as possible, maintaining the syntax even where it's not making too much sense in English, just so it can be as close to the original as i could manage.
With myrtle's bend, woman's hand
you drag with you eternal summer,
steams of wines and moans and honey
on your tongue, poisonous star
on Athena's fort
Enmities and friendships you put to sleep
with your quick and whistling lie,
dyed in your homeland's blood,
and Erinyes were bathing and Muses
in your deep and clear spirit.
Fires seven at holy olympia
lit your chariots. Your horses
your generation's they lifted, with pegasus'
Wings, in the azure glow,
the nobility and the freedom.
Staggering one night from the debauchery,
you broke the gods in the narrow-alleys
like empty glasses of crystal.
Oh! How from the marble ruins
of Sicily echoed the grand
laments, and like nightingales Euripides'
Choruses, final comfort!
But yours, your light blade
and your warm heart and the cold mind
would beat fate, Hermes-cutter.
Come look! At the dawn's reddening
Sing the riggings and the flutes.
with divine crowned bay-branch
you drag tied onto you as a flock
The enemies' ships like hetairas
Undefeated at land and seas
and only by the passions defeated,
at your twenty-two always blooms
your youth, apollonius, fragrant,
Sweet lover, sweetest beloved.
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jpdoingwords · 7 days ago
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“characters in fic are too good at identifying scents” is officially an “his eyes did not literally darken” level of complaint to me now like it’s about the drama it’s about the romance it’s about atmosphere it’s about taking you to a heightened version of reality!!! please suspend your disbelief at least enough for vibes-based sensory descriptions it will be So Worth It i promise
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jpdoingwords · 7 days ago
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making aus for ocs are so funny cause like. theyre already in a situation… but what if they were in a DIFFERENT situation
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jpdoingwords · 7 days ago
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Fic writers, put in the tags what the difference in hits is between your most and least viewed fics. Mine is 7,720 (7,779-59).
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jpdoingwords · 8 days ago
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how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever
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jpdoingwords · 8 days ago
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reblog and in the tags if you grew up speaking american english or british english (example: “color” or “colour”)
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jpdoingwords · 8 days ago
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jpdoingwords · 8 days ago
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I hate to break it to you, but they were right. You really do just have to finish that first draft. It can be a hot mess, but you can’t clean up a room that doesn’t exist
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