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“The mystic is the one who feels that everything that happens is in some way harmonious, in some way right, [and] in some way an integral part of the universe.

When we translate that into the moral sphere (the sphere of human conduct) the equivalent is this: there are no wrong feelings.

There may be wrong actions in the sense of actions contrary to the rules of human communication, but the way you feel towards other people (loving, hating, et cetera.) [isn’t wrong]. There are no wrong feelings.

So to try and force one’s feelings to be other than what they are is absurd and furthermore dishonest.”

— Alan Watts

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The V&A café is the best museum café ever

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This is the best, most genuine article teaching one how to write that I’ve ever read. I, too, found my voice writing smut. It’s funny the topics that show one’s voice! But like @saltyshiro said, writing is about translating your thoughts, not constructing each sentence exquisitely. Get the idea down, and then finely craft it. Thanks so much for your writing advice @saltyshiro!

10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

Keep reading

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Wish Me Luck

I just couldn’t figure it out I tried When there was nowhere left to run I’d hide From myself from the world Particularly myself When I couldn’t find a way The drugs helped But they didn’t, not really Never could numb me completely Couldn’t really escape these feelings Of defeat Despondency Despair,

And now I’m here Far away from home Surrounded by people Entirely alone.

Wish me luck.

-Me

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I could listen to your words for days, just sit and talk for hours, with only laughter and a slow burning candle to keep our company. I could walk this forest beside you forever, our hearts nestled deep among the trees, just lay down a rug and a pair of chairs and call it home. I could hold you in my arms for life, rest my head against your chest, and hear each heartbeat echo softly with your breath. I could be happy anywhere in this vast and endless world, as long I’m with you.

M.R. // As Long As I’m With You (via rubynoo)

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there is nothing more powerful than the blending of two souls, defying the earth’s pull to rise above our heads and become one.

by shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)

Please let it be so 🙏🏻

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I would like to light matches with what burns me

charlie elliott L, from “self in three acts,” February Octet: An Autobiography in 8 Parts (via lifeinpoetry)

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Indian Poet Aranya Johar is challenging society’s beauty norms — and going viral because of it

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I think you take the way he says your name and squeeze it tight.

You roll his voice around, his voice with the rising lilt of something he calls love the hopeful stutter at the beginning of your name that trips away into silence, silence that becomes a word you don’t know how to pronounce. You...

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Some poems from “B Is for Bad Poetry” by Pamela August Russell

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There is nothing worse than hearing people attempt to sound intelligent by using lengthy words and MISUSING THEM

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