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The spectrum never ends

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If it's meant for you; you'll receive it without fault, even if your grip is a molten wax. And if it's not; it'll never come your way, even if your hands turn into a cobweb. A time will come and you'll have to allow what life gives and what life takes. And between what it takes and what it gives; you'll realize you haven't been a receiver but a hoarder. You've been like a sinkhole, not giving time to yourself to see what life is really trying to afford, always looking for the more, at a horizon you cannot even touch, and always looking down at the less, at a space of grace for your reach. But now, you need to let Life do what it does best; to bestow on you what you're deserving of to receive. A time will come and you'll know that sometimes things turn really well not through what you choose to take or choose to give but in what you simply receive.

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𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟽)

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Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

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Because courage is not measurable; life is a fist. One day it's as shattering as a wolf's fang and the next it's as fragile as a wasp's wing.

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Do not despair

This I swear

War shall end,

Wounds will mend

And peace prevails.

But in the place where_

The heart pulsates

Ghosts shall remain

As vapor and air.

For life is a give and take game

Every wound that heals

Morphs into a phantom pain.

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{Only when I'm held hostage in the night, I realize how free I am. And only when I'm set free in the morning, I know how imprisoned I am.}

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Sometimes you're deprived of everything that makes you alive. Days and nights go through you like an aftertaste of a meal you forgot what it was. But deep down inside you, something fights back. Something always calls you back to life. Some times when life is an exhaustive labor; a dream is the only truth that lives in you.

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Writing Notes & References

Alchemy ⚜ Antidote to Anxiety ⚜ Attachment ⚜ Autopsy

Art: Elements ⚜ Principles ⚜ Photographs ⚜ Watercolour

Children ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism

Character Quirks ⚜ Cruise Ships ⚜ Dystopian World

Culture ⚜ Culture Shock ⚜ Ethnocentrism & Cultural Relativism

Emotions: Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Facial Expressions ⚜ Laughter & Humour ⚜ Swearing & Taboo

Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Literary & Character Tropes

Fight Scenes Part 1 2 ⚜ Kill Adverbs

Food: Cooking Basics ⚜ Herbs & Spices ⚜ Sauces ⚜ Wine-tasting ⚜ Aphrodisiacs ⚜ List of Aphrodisiacs ⚜ Food History

Genre: Crime ⚜ Horror ⚜ Fantasy ⚜ Speculative Biology

Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Kinds of Love ⚜ The Physiology of Love

How to Write: Food ⚜ Colours ⚜ Drunkenness

Jargon ⚜ Logical Fallacies ⚜ Memory

Magic: Magic System ⚜ 10 Uncommon ⚜ How to Choose

Moon: Part 1 2 ⚜ Related Words

Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman ⚜ Relics ⚜ Poison

Realistic Injuries ⚜ Rejection ⚜ Structural Issues ⚜ Villains

Symbolism: Colors ⚜ Food ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Storms

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Compilations: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ For Poets

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Naked Lunch (1991), dir. David Cronenberg

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...it's missing the sea on my skin, the pull of the depths, and the waves pushing me back to shore no matter what. as if to say "not yet child, there's so much more”.

excerpt from sign of the times // p.f.

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Inevitable Dark and Certain Rapture.

You may let the darkness prevail

For out of the fracture

There comes a newer bloom.

Let patience, thy friend, avail

Your broken endeavours

To sugarcoat your gloom.

The dark may roil the dawn

But all will be pierced

By a certain rapture.

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Be Good

Color my sorrow, naming what you are willing to give me, wholly; as if there is something in these arms to be reclaimed.

I find my exhaustion endless, my eyes only see what you want to show me. Incessantly yawning to set loose feelings in lungs I cannot sway. I'll laugh it off with idle conversation, keeping myself company through the long night, knowing in the end I'll be alright.

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