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[cryptidfartfactory]

[deadlypoetacademia]

December. The month when things get sad again for no reason. When the sky is dark and life's scary, when the hopes of january are mixed with the reality of december, it's hurting and nostalgic and loud with such painful silence that is now getting difficult to bear.

[positiveconnector]

Just start.

[poeaxtry]

🏳️‍⚧️ Transgender men and non binary people who identify as masculine. This post is for you.

Let’s come together and ink 🖋️ our truths.

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Calling all trans masculine verse alchemists who navigate the spectrum of manhood, the nuances of identity, the weightlessness of freedom, and the power of self-discovery through verse. As a fellow traveler on this self-guided path, I'm envisioning a collaborative collection a ebook where we can lay down the raw, unfiltered poetry that emerges from our unique experiences.

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Let’s share the quiet moments of self-recognition to the bold declarations of identity, from the joys of affirmation to the battles fought and won. We can craft a tapestry of trans masculine lives in ink. A brand new collaboration and fresh project, not a part of my minority based project “voices for the Voiceless”. If your poetic voice resonates with the multifaceted reality of being a trans guy, and you're ready to forge something powerful and authentic together, connect with me at

poeaxtry@gmail.com

or any of my social platforms. Like here!

💎💎💎

Let's make this collection a testament to our strength and our stories. Non-binary people who identify as masculine also are welcome.

Much love 🖤

Axton

[casualclassical]

The Schumann Ballade

Chopin’s second Ballade is less well-known than his first and has often been criticized as “less ingenious”. I can see where this sentiment is coming from because I too prefer Chopin’s Ballade No. 1, but I find his Ballade No. 2 – which I fondly call the “Schumann Ballade” – to be a hidden gem.

The story behind this Ballade goes that it was dedicated to “Mr Robert Schumann” in 1840 after Chopin and Schumann met for the second time in 1836. Schumann had dedicated his Kreisleriana Op. 16 “To my friend, Mr F. Chopin” in 1838. The subtle but evident difference in these dedications expresses the relationship the two composers had with each other: while Schumann greatly admired Chopin, Chopin viewed Schumann with complete indifference.

Despite Chopin’s indifference towards Schumann, and the fact that Chopin only met Schumann twice, I can’t help but marvel at how accurately Chopin expressed Schumann’s personality and composing style in the Ballade No. 2. Both the Ballade and its dedicatee can really be described as “bipolar” – calm and tranquil musical motifs alternate with fervent and frenzied ones. Robert Schumann’s varied, often experimental music expresses his tumultuous character, and Fryderyk Chopin, with his Ballade No. 2, captures Schumann’s essence in his own trademark style.

Overall I feel that Chopin really “got” Schumann with the Ballade No. 2, which amazes me because Chopin only met Schumann twice and was indifferent to Schumann as a composer and person. Perhaps Chopin liked Schumann more than he realized, or perhaps Chopin’s ability to create such an accurate portrait of a man after meeting him only twice is a testament to his genius as a composer. Either way, the “Schumann Ballade” will always have a special place in my heart as a hidden gem, a rare but beautiful intersection between the lives of two very different Romantic composers.

Originally posted April 20, 2019 on WordPress

[sicksweetcreamy]

COSMODE Wormlotte Hand Puppet prototype complete! Google Translate was a lifeline, not that that meant I hadn't run into steps I had trouble figuring out. But I'm glad I was able to finish it!

[senlair]

Self betrayal

Wish i could do the right thing

But his love chases me along the road with a knife

Couldn't distinguish either i was being murdered or loved to death.

Covered by shame , no one knew what was happening to me...

Except my set of makeup that i haven't touched since you left

You bring me back to life.

Oh master of my soul

Covered by shame, i walk in your direction with one leg all happy and smiling

I couldn't tell anyone ...

That this girl no matter how many seasons pass by she's always yours

Who thought that all this rain can bring you back to me?

And it's jealous, blocking my pen wetting my papers not letting me write.

Wish i could do the right thing

Leave.

Live the life I've built for myself

I hate that you cameback , hate it.

I was happily living in a stable state of mind even built a small happy zone for my self

A relationship even not built by love ..

Gave me a sense of stability

That I was loved , that I mattered .

That someone wanted to make of me a wife , have kids , leave this place and you behind forever I accepted it all.

Couple of friends , good grades and sad poetry. All the words written and said about you , did I even mean them?

All the nostalgia and strong desire for you to comeback , did I ever feel them ?

Thinking about it i really don’t think i did

You coming back pushed me back in time

To a time I was lost in your desert

To a time I thought you loved me ,

I ruined it all.

My relationship , my life just by hearing some meaningless words from you

Not even well built sentences but just words.

Do I hate you or do I fucking love you?

Not love you , but fucking love you.

As if I was assigned to be yours only ages ago ,

like I was meant to be stuck in endless loops

I wish it was merely one sided ,

I wish you left forever

I wish you hated me

But my world completely crumbled when you said you never forgot my birthday

And all those beautiful days we spent just came to the surface again…

Doing nothing looking at eachother.

All i feel nowadays is longing for the sparkling in your eyes

Not a life I would have chosen for my life neither for anyone I loved , but is it a life that have chosen me instead?

[cupidsvx]

stop - cease, halt, stay, pause, discontinue, conclude, end, finish, quit.

story - tale, myth, legend, fable, yarn, account, narrative, chronicle, epic, sage, anecdote, record, memoir.

strange - odd, peculiar, unusual, unfamiliar, uncommon, queer, weird, outlandish, curious, unique, exclusive, irregular.

take - hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume.

tell - disclose, reveal, show, expose, uncover, relate, narrate, inform, advise, explain, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, recount, repeat.

think - judge, deem, assume, believe, consider, contemplate, reflect, meditate.

trouble - distress, anguish, anxiety, worry, wretchedness, pain, danger, peril, disaster, grief, misfortune, difficulty, concern, pains, inconvenience, exertion, effort.

true - accurate, right, proper, precise, exact, valid, genuine, real, actual, trusty, steady, loyal, dependable, sincere, staunch.

[heller-obama]

sometimes i just have random flashbacks to being on fanfic.net as a middle schooler and that shit was fucking unhinged man. the website felt like it was created and subsequently abandoned in the myspace era, the ux/ui was dogshit, and i would post random ass shit as a fucking 7th grader and istg have at Least 3 ppl leave thee most batshit mean comments on my work??? the only one i really remember was someone calling me a donald trump lover out of nowhere in like. 2017. ao3 may have kinktober but no one’s ever called me a donald trump lover in my comment section 🫡

[cryptidfartfactory]

Robert Englund/Freddy Krueger Tribute

“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you. / Three, four, better lock your door. / Five, six, grab your crucifix. / Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. / Nine, ten, never sleep again”

~ The Children from A Nightmare From Elm Street

Robert Englund’s portrayal of Freddy Krueger is iconic, transforming the character from a silent slasher into a menacing, darkly humorous dream demon with a distinct…

[sa-sa-blogger]

Lý do con người thường cảm thấy cô đơn là bởi cảm giác một-mình-mình-chịu-đựng. Đôi khi, những suy nghĩ quẩn quanh khiến cảm giác một mình ấy như một cái bóng đen ngày một lớn dần. Rồi chúng ta quên mất rằng, chuyện chúng ta gặp phải, một ai đó cũng đang gặp phải.

Có lẽ, chúng ta vẫn cô đơn thôi, chuyện đó là không thể tránh khỏi.

Nhưng ít nhất, mong bản thân ta luôn nhớ:

Chúng ta ở đây, cô đơn cùng-nhau, sợ hãi cùng-nhau.

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Retouch: Sa

[thesonorousone]

I hope you create a safe space for yourself today.

[wordsandmeraki]

|| GRATITUDE ||

To me, Love and Gratitude are two words that are interlinked.

To love is to be grateful.

Grateful about every small thing that someone does for you or even those that you do for yourself.

Grateful for every moment spent together and even the ones spent apart because near or far, your love only grows stronger for each other.

Grateful because from all the people they could choose, they chose you and you chose them at the exact same moment.

Grateful because no matter what, this remains untouched, nothing changes this love, nothing even comes close.

Grateful because you can exist in silence with this person and yet love remains and love grows.

Grateful because you never fell in love, you rose in it, it took you closer to becoming your higher self- a better version of you.

Grateful because love doesn't go away even on your worst days, love looks you straight in the eye and decides to stay despite it all.

Grateful because when everyone left your side, love stood strong, holding your hand tightly.

Grateful because even on days you felt your ugliest, love took your face in his hands and told you that no matter what you are the most beautiful person they have ever laid their eyes upon.

Grateful because you have mistakenly hurt love's feelings so many times, but love never hurt you, love can never hurt you.

Grateful because love loves you a little more on the days you can't even love yourself.

Grateful because what else can you be for love?

Grateful because that is the only thing you can be for love.

-D.

[casualclassical]

Liszt's Consolation

When I discovered Franz Liszt’s Consolation No. 3 (S. 172), I was very pleasantly surprised by how tenderly beautiful and generally amazing-sounding it was. I absolutely love it and it’s a refreshing change from Liszt’s usual complicated ferventness (not saying that’s bad of course). I feel like when Liszt is quieter he is very nice too, and I kind of wish that his quiet pieces like this Consolation were more well-known.

This is just the romantic in me speaking, but what made me quite emotional upon discovering the piece was the knowledge that Liszt composed it shortly after Frédéric Chopin’s death. The piece is so sweet that I couldn’t help but have my heart warmed with the thought that Liszt actually did care about Chopin – the two Romantic composers were friends at one point, sure, but their friendship was tense, characterized by a grudging admiration of each other, and by around 1845 they had fallen out. The fact that Franz Liszt composed this Consolation shortly after Chopin’s death, however, just makes me think that Liszt and Chopin’s relationship was sweeter than it seemed to be, and that thought is simply romantic.

Originally posted March 9, 2019 on WordPress

[anamoon63]

More of my Inzoi game

I'm posting this here because I can't afford to open yet another blog. I have too many already, without mentioning my social media. So, Inzoi not-likers, you can always block the Inzoi tags or just skip this post altogether. For those of you who are interested in reading what happened with John Robinson or my Inzoi game in general, you can do it on my WordPress blog, just be warned this is an extremely long post, since I decided to cover absolutely everything that happened with John at once, in order to move on to my new OCs, while we wait for the Big May update. Thanks for your kind attention! 😉

Bonus: A pic of Bradley, getting ready for work.

[francesderwent]

Read in March

Peril at End House, by Agatha Christie

Riddle-Master of Hed, by Patricia McKillip

*Fool’s Errand, by Robin Hobb

*Sunshield, by Emily B Martin

*Lord Edgware Dies, by Agatha Christie

*The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss

*Murder on the Orient Express, by Agatha Christie 

*The Daughter of Time, by Josephine Tey

Death at Morning House, by Maureen Johnson 

*Floodpath, Emily B Martin