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u text ur mom that everything's fine and then try to decide how to place ur pillow when one side is covered in blood and other is ripped

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в общем, я пишу что-то вроде подросткового фентези-романа и публикую его на ваттпаде ☠️

он вдохновлен верованиями разных народов в высшие силы (по большей части вуду), немного шестеркой воронов, совсем немного осенью патриарха.

главное, что я бы хотела изучить в романе, это природа мыслей и чувств, то, какими путями люди справляются с ними, какое место они занимают в судьбе человека.

я немного сомневаюсь в своих способностях к созданию приключенческого сюжета, но если вы бы дали шанс моей зарождающейся истории и оставили отзыв, вы бы сделали очень важную вещь для меня.

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we imagine time moving forward - like an arrow, flying from the past to the future. greeks saw time circulating - like the starry welkin, spinning above the world similarly and invariably, both a thousand years before us and a thousand years after us

m. gasparov - "entertaining greece"

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he literally looked back because he loved her. she was already dead. she wouldve still been dead even if he hadnt looked back and they'd made it. she was a ghost. she wouldve come back wrong. it's not a happy ending (yes it is). he loved her. he looked back. HE DID NOT FAIL HER!!!!! its not about getting back what you've lost its about saying goodbye. there is no other end to this story. im done.

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ability to feel is an actual torture sometimes.

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Rick Riordan, now's your chance to make your own video game where we get to be a demigod at camp half-blood and go on adventures fighting various greek monsters, and various sequels in line with the other mythologies

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i've found a poem by Léa Rua on the internet and for some unknown reasons decided to translate in on english

i've never actually done that so i hope there's a nice try at least

unfortunately I didn't ask for a permission 'cause the whole thing was kinda impulsive

(original can be found here)

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you’re lost between my heart,

Nairobi and Medina.

your eyes are like an outspace explosion

in thousands terahertz of worth,

I’m Yuji, you’re the canvas of a genius,

I am the draft,

you are the perfect shape.

you’ll follow me?

my cabins cherish smelling of your hands,

your absent's feeling like a torture

a fatal experiment of someone’s mind.

I’ve dreamt of you,

and wakening is a gunshot,

an outspace explosion

in thousands terahertz of worth.

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i don't need romance i just need you to sit in my room minding your very smart educational business as i read about ancient motifs in XX century poems