#writings % —

[mournfulroses]

Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Coming Winter,"

[juniesfairies]

saw an artist draw Kim with forget me nots and Harry with apricots and now I need to run laps around my room. Past life vs past world, the desire for change in ones own circumstances that may affect the world around them. Ideology as a placeholder for want. Symbols and objects that humans attribute to complex things and reminders, appreciative and revolutionary statements, as messages to others. I think apricots and forget me nots grow in the same garden in a miraculous patch of fertile soil in Revachol West somewhere, where the ground is kinder.

[fragmentos-literarixs]

Soy una persona que no tiene problema en aclarar tus dudas e inseguridades. Si algo te molesta, si algo te hace sentir inseguro, si algo te está incomodando, por favor, házmelo saber, porque sin pensarlo te daré una explicación y haré lo que tenga que hacer para que ya no te sientas de esa manera.

Por lo tanto no supongas, no saques conclusiones, no me señales sin saber la verdad de todo, no me tildes de mala persona cuando no conoces realmente mi corazón. Ya no somos adolescentes que no saben comunicarse y sólo se tiran indirectas; somos adultos y debemos de una vez por todas actuar como tal.

¿Tan difícil es hablar y solucionar las cosas de una manera madura?

Estoy harta.

— Rose Noire.

[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"

[suhyla]

The goal is not to surround yourself with people who never hurt you. The goal is to surround yourself with people who can have conversations about the hurt. People always hurt each other. It’s part and parcel of human relationships. To never be hurt by another is to lock your heart so far away, that no one can truly know you. But while the distance may protect you from hurt, it also keeps you from love and connection. Accept that people will hurt you. You will likely hurt them too. Most often, that hurt happens unknowingly. It is the conversations you have about the hurt that will determine the strength of your relationship. It is your willingness to be vulnerable, honest, receptive, and respectful to each other. It is your ability to lay down your armor, to bare your hearts to each other, and take the risk of hurt in exchange for the possibility of closer connection.

Once you are willing to have conversations about the hurt, you can discover whether the people around you are also willing to have conversations about the hurt. If they are, they are the people who will grow with you. In every conversation about the hurt, you will learn a lot about vulnerability and commitment together. There will be times when you both hurt each other. It’s inevitable. You can hurt each other and still love each other. Once you accept that, every conversation about the hurt will increase your connection to each other. Every conversation is a reminder that the relationship is worth the effort to overcome the hurt. Every conversation, no matter how big the hurt, will be an expression of your continued love for each other. Every conversation strengthens the foundation for a healthier relationship.

@suhylawrites on instagram

[boytumms]

I'm high and horny right now, and I can't stop thinking about a college dude bro just getting high and then stuffing himself. He can't feel how full he's getting, so he just keeps going until he finally passes out. Only to wake up with a swollen and stuffed tummy. His frat bros make jokes about it, but some of them are pretty intrigued. So the next time dude bro gets high. His bros help him out and make him some snacks. And this time, he wakes up looking 6 months pregnant with all his fellow frat members joking about how he's gonna be a good mommy and how his little food baby is so big.

they try to keep him high as long as they can while continuously ordering more and more take out, feeding him for hours on end, trying to see how big they can stuff his poor belly. His stomach is packed tight, round and aching horribly, gurgling and groaning as an endless stream of meals gets shoved down his throat. In his daze, the boy can feel his stomach growing and aching, but somehow he still feels hungry and his friends keep pushing food towards his mouth, he keeps opening up and swallowing like his body is on auto pilot and he just can't stop himself.

The next morning, he's woken up by a deafening roar and a sharp, painful feeling in his belly. When he opens his eyes, he nearly passes out at the sight of his stomach. It's towering over his body, swollen beyond belief and aching like he's about to burst, and it feels like he really might too. He lifts a shaking had to the tight skin of the swell, wincing as just the lightest pressure triggers a painful cramp.

His tummy is so big and heavy he could easily look 9 months pregnant, maybe even more. Trapped under the sheer weight of his stuffed belly, tummy in too much pain to even try to move, the poor boy is stuck moaning and crying for days, waiting for his stomach to slowly and painfully process the dozens and dozens of meals that its been forced to digest

[ecstarry]

Delmira Agustini, from Poetics of Eros

[wordsofaworld]

I did not make the wrong choice

When I chose to love you

It was written in the stars

It was meant to be

You and me

Like the sun and the moon

Eclipsing

But now we are kept apart by time

And missing you hurts

But it shows just how much I loved.

[wordedarchive]

escapril day 24: unexpected transmission

[mud-and-flame]

#28

Siempre esperaré por ti

Escribiré poemas que nunca leerás

Cartas que nunca recibirás

Canciones que nunca escucharas

Siempre esperaré que vuelvas, amor

Para que arregles mi alma

Para que remiendes mi corazón

Pero yo sé que ya no queda nada

Yo sé que no regresarás.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I found this on Instagram and I want to write so many of these!!!!

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Their Attitude Differs,"

[thepathetickind]

I dream but the night is still far,

by laurenmaerie, tired thoughts

[patronsaintofhomosandpain]

Your characters are more important than your story.

·:*¨༺𖤐☆✮☆𖤐༻¨*:·

So, really take your time fleshing them out because the better you know them, the more they will help you out with the story!

When you know your characters, you don't have to assume how they'll react to stuff they just will.

Use it to propel your story so you don't have to do all the heavy lifting.

[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

[soulsunpoets]

Gods do exist, they live on the sun.