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write the cringe. bathe in it, soak in it and put it on paper. cringe is where the truth is hidden. its where creativity slumbers and my number one way to get rid of writing blocks

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She wanted to scream, but a person who is alone—alone in the absolute sense of the word—does not scream out her despair; it is useless. Deserts do not hear. But she can do things with her hands which even a desert must notice. She can tear at the sand until the desert bleeds.

– Stig Dagerman, from “Men of Character,” The Games of Night (Quartet, 1986)

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you don’t need a lot of friends just the right ones.

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me when i go walking on sunny days and end up on a tree lined street and look up at the gaps of sunlight and miss you more than anything

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"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

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— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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cannot stop thinking about this tweet… AUGH 😭

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write a new scene → realize it contradicts something from chapter 3 → fix chapter 3 → now chapter 7 makes no sense → cry → repeat

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Wind from the Sea - Ann Patrick

Scottish , b. 1937 -

Oil on panel , 50 x 30 cm.

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L. V., excerpts from a past life

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Stairway to the garden - Simeon Nijenhuis , 2025.

Dutch, b. 1969 -

Oil on panel , 39 x 44 cm.

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from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers