#Substack Writer

[a-lady-and-her-quill]

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 🌺,

𝘚𝘰 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

[sensualterrors]

✥ SINNERS REVIEW ✥ snippet:

[spoiler free]

✥ “This is a movie about music and the outsized, beautiful, devilish role it can play in your life. Most people center their summary of Sinners on the outlaw twins, Smoke and Stack, who have mysteriously traded life in the big city (Chicago) for their old haunt of Mississippi once more.

✥ I immediately took note of how the events of Sinners occurs in the Delta region — known to many Black people, especially Southern Black folks, as the birthplace of sorts for blues music — think legends such as Muddy Waters and Charley Patton, who is mentioned offhand in Sinners.

✥ As a hoodoo practitioner, I took note of the setting because oldheads, Southern scholars, folklorists and real blues fans also know that the Mississippi Delta is a nexus of paranormal activity.

✥ Legend has it that Blues guitarist Robert Johnson — a contemporary of Son House and Patton and Muddy Waters — sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads in Clarksdale, Mississippi.”

🩸 READ MORE HERE 🩸

[annabananaaxox]

Guys I'm really cooking with this essay I'm writing, the Substack hoes are gonna love it

[bynataliezubi]

hurt people hurt people.

cycles of abuse are perpetuated by those who are wounded.

everyone has free will,

but many live without seeing the larger context.

they're unable to grasp options beyond what they've been taught

through cultural conditioning and societal programming.

it's a shame, but it doesn't excuse their actions.

your feelings are valid, even if you've contributed to harmful cycles.

you were acting from your level of awareness at the time.

acknowledge this, and use it as a chance to grow.

[adharagranley-writer]

i have a substack now! if any of you want to go there and subscribe to read my random writer ramblings and thoughts that would be very appreciated (i'll giggle and kick my feet in the air if i get subscriber & comment notifications).

any other substack writers here?

[noxsynarts]

We're homeless, yes. But it wasn't caused by drug addiction.

The biggest stereotype that homeless people deal with is being accused of being on drugs. People act as if one chooses to be homeless, and in our case, that is totally false. We aren't drug addicted either.

So we wrote a piece on substack about this.

We mentioned how our body's father had issues with drugs and addiction, and how seeing him struggle made us not want to bother or even try hard drugs.

We lost our job and got stuck in a shitty situation. That's it.

Please reblog and share this post as much as you would like.

[nikiabella]

I have a book:

“Where Do We Go From Here?”

After finding a love that is worth sticking by, quitting a job that constantly gave me burn out, and going through trials & tribulations with my self discipline and finances..

Here I am.

What is after this? Those who are in a similar spot, what is next? How high will I go from here? How quick will I rise? How quick will we rise?

Spoken word poems and some extra words for you all at the end. Thank you for supporting in advance.

If you are a Substack user I am on there also.

[1introvertedsage]

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

~Friedrich Nietzsche~

[yun-hai]

[a-lady-and-her-quill]

Guys, I just uploaded this on my Substack today. You can read it there. I hope you enjoy it. And I promise you the title is not what it seems. 🌸

[alittlebitofeverything89]

An attempt at comedic writing and making a serious point about sexism in football. May have not executed it well... but, a point I thought I'd make.

[annabananaaxox]

Hola chicas! Sé que esto es un poco diferente a lo que suelo publicar, pero acabo de subir un ensayo en Substack y me gustaría que lo leyeran. El ensayo es un trabajo que hice para clase de historia de la filosofía el año pasado, es sobre la relación entre el marxismo y el feminismo y habla de que pese a sus similitudes las dos doctrinas nunca se han unido, y de el porqué de todo eso. aquí está el link:

Espero que os guste, como siempre,

Xx,

Anna.

[abconceuponatime]

growing up, i had an illness. i was born with it, no one thought i'd survive, or that i'd be frail and sickly my whole life if i did. i am pretty sickly, i'll give them that, but i grew up to be about a foot taller and 200lbs heavier than they thought i’d ever be. i am my parents' miracle, and i have grappled with that my entire life.

read now on substack.

[ellythewitchh]

Sharing my latest Substack post on Tumblr in hopes someone will see it and read it. I want to be seen so badly. I'm tired of shouting into the void. I'm tired of being the first and sometimes only person to like my post. I'm still going to do it but I'm wishing to be seen.

[thecowboyfiles]

It's Christmas, I'm Wishing My Life Away

I’m not going to lie to you. This Christmas has been a bit of a rough one. When I was six years old, I used to beg God or the universe or whatever was out there that could hear me, to let me be someone else and I found myself doing the same thing this holiday even though it’s twenty years later.

I spent the holiday with my aunt and her family so that I wasn’t alone while my dad worked. (Overtime is more important than family. Did you know that?) My aunt is my dad’s sister, but she is everything my dad isn’t. She has never laid a hand on one of her children, to my knowledge she’s never told them how she never wanted them (Thanks dad) and she’s someone I can actually talk too without being told that I’m ridiculous, dramatic and ungrateful.

Sometimes, although I’m grateful not to be alone, I can’t help but get a little jealous when I spend time with my aunt and her family. How come they got the family that love them? My cousins are all well adjusted, successful, independent people and all I’ve heard all my life is why can’t I be more like them? Maybe I would’ve been if my dad had been more like my aunt.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would’ve been for me to be born into my aunt’s family instead of my dads and how it isn’t fair that I wasn’t. How can two people raised by the same parents be so different. My cousins got the family who loved and cherished them, always excited when they came home for the holidays and I got the family that left me with nothing but trauma and a dad who tells me that he can’t wait for me to leave.

Who would I be if I was born into my aunts family instead of my dads? Would I still be physically disabled? Would I be happier? Would I have been born a boy and finally feel okay in myself? I know for sure I would’ve been loved more. Maybe I wouldn’t be mentally ill and I could finally amount to something just like my cousins.

There’s no doubt in my mind that my dad wished he never had kids, he tells me every chance he gets. What he doesn’t know is that I wish he hadn’t either.

[smileydork]

the secret lives of ladybugs (Substack)

So excited to share my reflections on the ladybug lifecycle and the joys of observing nature. <3