#typed

[neutral-chaotic]

Title

Go ahead, put anything.

[newgirlnola]

My cat’s toy looks like a smiling friends character. Typa guy to be named “Johnson zeebly” or some shit.

[acurtist]

There are two types of typers 🫣:

1. Originals.

2. Plagiarists.

Only repeat, revise, reword and rinse out of your own creativity. 🫡

[tragicc]

[eveethewriter]

We swim like schools of fish

Seeking sanctuary

Yet we drown in the water

Gasping for refreshing air

Not tainted by oppressing powers

Seeking solace to be ourselves

Yet our heads are pushed back down

The tides crash and storms thunder

Will we find peace, be safe and sound?

[revesdautomobiles]

[lahtzu]

[chicken-delight]

gwyneth paltrow like what kind of name is that?

[gracie-bird]

Letter from Princess Grace of Monaco to her friend William "Bill" Allyn dated September 20, 1977, and sent from the Monegasque princely family home in Paris, France (18 Square de L´Avenue Foch. 75116).

Willam Allyn and Princess Grace during the filming of "Once Upon a Time is Now... The Story of Princess Grace" at the Palace of Monaco in 1976.

William Allyn was an actor/producer and friend of Grace’s from her Hollywood days who reconnected with her in the mid-1960s. With her cooperation, he also produced a 1977 NBC documentary on her titled, Once Upon a Time is Now … The Story of Princess Grace. 

Letter transcription below:

Sept. 20th, 1977. Dear Bill It was good to hear from you. Your show on music in the sixties sounds like an overwhelming project but very exciting. I don't really like the idea of changing PATTY-CAKE MAN as it is sort of like trying to let out or take in the seams of a dress. it just never hangs right afterward. I will try to think up an idea on the fashion world with new characters. Incidentally, I recently suggested to Robert Dornhelm a book that I always thought could make an adorable film (in the west of Ireland). He read it and started writing a screen-play which i hope he is finishing in California right now. I asked him to get in touch with you. Unfortunately, I don't know how to get in contact with him just now, but Rupert might. The title is SPANISH GOLD by George A. Birmingham published by Methuen & C. Ltd. London 36 Essex Street, Strand WC2. A delightful tale of searching for a buried Spanish treasure. I naturally have it all cast (in my mind) with Albert Finney, David Niven, and Cryl Cussack. It could be something enchanting. I made the mistake of seeing "Valentino". Poor Rudi Nureyev. He is really quite good but the director should be shot at dawn and hung on the nearest lamppost. No taste, no talent no respect for the era., an outrageous sham which switches from high camp to slapstick and played as if everyone in the audience was deaf. Bitterly dissapointing. Maybe if I took dope I could swallow some of these new directors because they obviously do. I was amused by the car advertisement, particularly as I never owned a Mercedes nor any car in California, I always rented one! The premature announcement of the poetry readings caused the press to exaggerate their importance somewhat, as usual. But It will be a few days in February and the beginning of March, the same kind of thing as in Edinburgh. The article I read made it sound as though I was joining the Royal Shakespeare Co. (as if they'd have me!). If you get to England please give a call. We may get over sometime in October. Some wonderful things going on in the theatre just now. I have yet to see the tapes of our program as our machine was on the blink all summer. Love to you both, Grace.

Excuse my typing.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Folklore typed from the Auvergne region of France

French vintage postcard

[jazzyspotifys]

The truth is hard to explain. Because the truth can shift and change. The truth is... all about you. And your honest point of view. And what's true for you doesn't have to be true forever. And sometimes the truth isn't always for the better. It's something that we aspire to or maybe that's something we say. Until it gets in the way. And you're just putting words on a feeling.

[neutral-chaotic]

haiku

Haiku makes no sense. Still, I follow the format. Why? No one knows. Help.

And now, I am free from those shackles. I can no longer let words weigh me to the limits of our fray, for I now have no more imaginary debts left to pay. There is no more life, no more death, no more brushing of the wings of the Seraph, as it watches behind my back, though it's not real because, I made it up and made myself up too.

Despite the lack of shackles I still rhyme, because the human mind, is set on making patterns left and right, like a this stanza sucks. I'm not continuing it. I HATE THIS STANZA. SCREW THIS STANZA.

You may wonder, does this have a meaning? Is there point in what I'm saying? All this revelling and sayings?

But that’s the trick, isn’t it? The moment you look for structure, you’re caught again. Another trapdoor labeled epiphany. Get it? Cause epiphany rhymes with saying?

...wait.

Epiphany doesn't rhyme with saying. Damn it.

[mbti-enemies]

type him https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtwWXeJg1V1/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

we both said its giving infp :)))

[pocketss]

laurie 😔

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like