#womanwhowrite

[theamoristwriter]

"It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection" ~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[jehloo-blog]

Fada/ Fairy

Uma fada deseja perder-se e cair em queda livre. Ela deseja perder as próprias asas, arrancá-las se for preciso, pois não sente que as merece. Talvez se ela apenas adormecer aos pés de um sabugueiro, talvez as raizes a abracem e a levem para um sono sob a terra. Tudo o que ela deseja é não desejar. Tudo o que ela almeja é não ser mais. A fada quer retornar ao pó da terra e das estrelas, e se deixar levar ao vento. No entanto, apesar de se sentir perdida, são suas asas que a guiam. Apesar de ferida e cansada, a fada confia nos sussurros das flores, no perfume do orvalho e nas vozes da fauna. Com suas asas, a fada sente as vibrações do solo e da chuva, e o calor da floresta. Ela não está só. A vida é movimento, é ciclo, e embora a dor esteja presente e machuque, ela transforma e move. Tudo passa, com sopro do vento, com as estações, com o bater das asas.

A fairy wants to get lost and fall into free fall. She wants to lose her own wings, tear them off if necessary, because she doesn't feel like she deserves them. Maybe if she just falls asleep at the feet of an elderberry, maybe its roots will embrace her and carry her to a sleep beneath the earth. All she wants is not to want. All she longs for is not to be anymore. The fairy wants to return to the dust of the earth and stars, and let herself be carried by the wind. However, despite feeling lost, it is her wings that guide her. Despite being injured and tired, the fairy trusts the whispers of the flowers, the perfume of the dew and the voices of the fauna. With her wings, the fairy feels the vibrations of the ground and rain, and the heat of the forest. She is not alone. Life is movement, it is a cycle, and although pain is present and hurts, it transforms and moves. Everything passes, with the blow of the wind, with the seasons, with the flapping of wings.

[saramackenzie1982]

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[nsayings]

Relatable?

if yes!

then understand loneliness is a state of mind. we think we have no one because that's what we believe deep within and even if someone wants to be close to us, our inhibitions never let them.

yeah, it's okay to be lonely sometimes. in loneliness, in fact, we find ourselves. but it's not okay to let that state of mind affect your social life. remember there are people around you who actually care about you. sometimes, it's someone saving you a seat or someone packing you a lunch or someone having walk by your side to home or someone greeting you morning or someone tagging you in the memes, i can go on and on about it to only make you realize that all you have to take one step and trust me there's always someone who will take all the steps for you.

that someone's not stranger. it's someone on the list. all you have to do is to pay a little close attention and have a faith.✍️

🎑

[her-life-without-you]

[sahelikhastagir]

It's Daphne du Maurier's birthday today!! <3 I knew she was going to be my D as soon as I had made up my mind to do this series (#26portraits of #writerlywomen). I have loved her books for a long time now. I read all the books my middle/high school library had of hers, and then went and bought others from the bookstores in Noida. Even now, at 28, I continue to re-read her books and force-lend them to others. . . . . . . . #daphnedumaurier #womanwhowrite #womenwriters #rebecca #portraitsofwomen #portrait #read #library #womenwhodraw #artseries #artistsofinstagram #literature #booklovers #portraitpainting #creative #artsy #reader #artwork #arte #womeninart https://www.instagram.com/p/BxaLtSyFx2M/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gkxsahfz8bdl

[mayapoetbe]

My Choice [3/3] * * * #poetry #mayapoetbe #choice #spilledwords #poetryislife #writers_creed #packpoetry #sadpoetry #darkpoetry #mentalhealth #depression #writerscorner #poetryblogger #poetrycollection #readpoetry #womanwhowrite #poetrygram #poetrylove #poetryaddict #thepoetspost #bymepoetry #ctapoets https://www.instagram.com/p/BvPcQNcBL56/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v0zg7f06zp4c

[beatricemrferrari-blog]

🦋My own universe 🌌🔮 Love is a strange feeling, It makes you understand that the entire universe with all of its stars and galaxies can be contained in a mere human being. It’s a strange feeling, it makes you believe you can have your own Universe. Quote by: @_abeera_ Color edit by: Beatrice Ferrari • • • • • #universe #love #writing #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #words #writersofig #wordlove #typewriter #deepwords #writer #textoftheday #wordlover #typewriter #poem #typewriterseries #lovepoems #instaquote #quote #bookworm #womanwhowrite #relationships #read #spilledink #us #love #HIM #midnight #thoughts #hands https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOpb4Kg4OK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i412wcy6ccll

[ambivertquki]

//A concrete plight// Image Courtesy: Pinterest @vocal_creators @poets @globalpoetscult @poetsspecial @silverleafpoetry @untwine.me @artofpoets @realisticstories @poetsglobe @inked.poets @poetsgrid @apoeticview @poets_community @globalagepoetry @micropoetryfeatures @streetwritereofficial @poetscity @poetsandwriters @poeticreveries #lovepoetry #micropoetry #lovepoem #spilledink #poets #poetsofig #globalpoets #writersonig #womanwhowrite #wordsgasm #goodquotes #creativewriting #poetryaddicts #poetrycommunity #quotestoliveby #igpoets #igcreatives #lovequotes #quotes #quoteoftheday #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #poetryworld #poet #writer #writersnetwork #poetryaboutlove #vocalcreators https://www.instagram.com/p/CWDNjzfJd1I/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ifuckingmatterblog-blog]

I was arrested for using the bathroom.

I was walking into Walmart, to do my normal shopping. I had drank way to much coffee that morning and had to use the bathroom. I went into the women's restroom. A employee followed me into the bathroom, grabbed me by the shirt and drug me out into the front of the store. She began to yell at me, 'Men are not allowed in the woman's bathroom.'

I obviously felt rather embarrassed and showed her my ID, informing her that I was in fact a female. The woman threw the ID back at me and told me to get out of the store.

So, I left. Half way to my car, I began to feel anger. I turned around and went to find the assistant manager. She was very empathic and informed me that she was very sorry for the misunderstanding and that I had a right to use the bathroom and finish my shopping.

So, I did as she informed me.

I went to the bathroom again and a different employee followed me into the bathroom. I was already in a stall, she knocked upon the door and said, 'Come on, get out of there, it."

When I opened the door, she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and once again drug me out into the store.

I showed her my ID, which she looked over, rolled her eyes and through it back in my face.

She told me to leave. I refused and sat on the ground.

She called security, which was two young men who were cart pushers.

They approached the situation with slight confusion. The woman informed them, "Remove that thing from the store."

I yelled when they stepped forward, "Touch me and I will press charges on both of you."

The two mens mouths dropped open and one says to the woman, "We are not going to touch her."

The woman became even more furious at hearing their reply, she called the police to come arrest me.

It felt like hours until the cop arrived. He placed me in handcuffs in front of everyone in the store, hauling me out of the premises.

The employees followed us as we walked to the police car and were yelling things like "He-She" "It" "Thing" "Freak"

The cop told me to ignore it.

When we got to the car he made me stand and listen to them harass me, before telling me that I was no longer to step foot on any Walmart, Sam's club or Murphy's ever again in my life and If I did, I would be arrested.

I told the cop that I wanted to press charges on the two women who assaulted me.

He shook his head and told me he refused, "If the judge took one look at you, he would drop the charges and tell them they did the right thing. I am sorry, there is nothing we can do."

I am a woman, who was assaulted, harassed and arrested for using the womens bathroom.

So, any woman who wears Jean's, a t shirt and has short hair; beware. You could be next.

This should have never happened to me, or anyone else in this world.

Because I fucking matter.

[happymaly]

When all you have is today!

“I don’t want to live anymore”, said the healthy but tired soul. “I don’t want to die, please save me”, said the dying, wrecked soul.. Yet before we ever acknowledge the desire to live, dawns a realisation that someone has already finished writing the climax to our ending, as if to remind us that life works as per his plans. As if to remind us that being just a drop in the ocean doesn’t mean we…

[theamoristwriter]

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant

just an appendage, live to attend him

so that he never lifts a finger

twenty-four-seven baby machine

so he can live out his picket fence dreams

it's not an act of love if you make her

you make me do too much labour

~ Paris Paloma, Labour

[jehloo-blog]

O rato e o labirinto/ The mouse and the maze

Preso em um labirinto, o pequeno rato avança em todas as direções, em busca de uma saída. Eu, presa em meus pensamentos, me encontro em frente a um muro alto, a cada vez que tento encontrar a luz. É claustrofóbico viver em mim mesma, mesmo em pleno céu azul em um lindo parque. É sempre escuro e abafado, não importa onde estou. Sempre estou avançando em todas as direções, em busca de uma saída, perdida e presa em minha própria mente. Sem perspectivas, de olhos vendados, tudo é escuro e paredes. Um pequeno rato acuado, que se esgueira em qualquer fresta em busca de ar, e com toda a força dos pulmões, permanece. Uma pequena faísca no fim do corredor, tudo o que resta. Amanhã será mais um dia, e eu o viverei.



Trapped in a maze, the little mouse moves in all directions, looking for a way out. I, trapped in my thoughts, find myself in front of a high wall, every time I try to find the light. It's claustrophobic to live in myself, even in the middle of the blue sky in a beautiful park. It's always dark and stuffy no matter where I am. I'm always moving in every direction, looking for a way out, lost and trapped in my own mind. Without perspectives, blindfolded, everything is dark and walls. A small cornered mouse, which sneaks into any crack in search of air, and with all the strength of its lungs, remains. A small spark at the end of the hall, all that's left. Tomorrow will be another day, and I will live it.

[dsetc2l]

Besoin d’évacuer pour mieux se recentrer sur l’essentiel ! #mydarksideplan☯️ #womanwhowrite Versus #mysweetsideplan💜 #womanwhodraw #femaleartist #handmadedesign #collagejournal #collageart #artjournal #artjournaling #creativejournal #mixedmediaart #brushlettering #handlettered #visualjournal #illustratedjournal #artdiary #artdailydose #papercraft #journalspread #journaljunkie #sketchbook #notebookart #braindump #arttherapy (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGndMkrHcGw/?igshid=l0ed8d1djj56

[nsayings]

Young Love,

how amatuer we make it sound.

This phrase has its rejuvenating essence. the phase in which spending future together

is a promise of forever.

Imagining the house to built together is something like dreams living in four walls

calling home.

The holding hands is the most intimate thing one ever felt in life

and the forehead kiss is the warmth not even fire in hearth could provide.

It's like love is young and in its prime time.

It's mostly underrated but something everyone yearn and decide to call it otherwise.

Young Love,

how amatuer we make it sound.

_ns

[mymarbellaochoa]

El amor nos mueve, nos hace más humanos de lo que somos y nos impulsa a dar más de nosotros mismos, más allá de las fuerzas del alma 🥰 Hoy más que nunca el mundo necesita más humanidad, más coraje y valentía para construir un mundo mejor, donde nuestros niños y niñas se sientan seguros y puedan correr libremente por sus sueños con alegría, sin miedos, sin pánico, sin la zozobra constante que reina nuestros días actuales 🥰 Mi mundo... Nuestro mundo, merece más humanidad y menos individualismo radicales 🥰 Conciencia ♥️ Amor ♥️ Responsabilidad para darle a nuestros pequeños un ambiente sano libre de toda contaminación mental, inhumana, salvaje sin escrúpulos queriendo dañar a otros sin tomar medidas y prevenciones a tiempo ✍️🧠 Cerebro para desarrollar oportunidades que garanticen la paz y el bienestar para nuestros niños y niñas 💙💜 Ellos merecen todo lo mejor 💜💙🧠✍️ En cada instante de mi vida seguiré dando lo más que puedo profesionalmente por un mundo mejor para evitar una infancia perdida en el abismo sin retorno 🥰❤️ Sigo imparable de la mano de Dios y la Virgen Santísima ♥️🌹 . . . . . Gracias por leerme 💋🌹❤️✍️ #mymarbellaochoa #amazoninfluencer #amazonkindle . . . . . #my #escritos #likewriter #writing #writerslife #writings #lovewriter #lovethis #ama #amazonas #amazon #like4likes #likeforlikes #likesforlike #womanwhowrite #who #reallove #lifedrawing #writerslifeforme #me #children #peace #imparable #instagood #love (en The Word Network) https://www.instagram.com/p/B92uIe0Fdm3/?igshid=uf626xq9ve47