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Is this not what happened?
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Jen Levitt, from “Dunes”
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The fact that he’s not actually struggling but just learned a habit from watching his human buddy snap bamboo is so precious.
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every hundred years.
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It IS true that being on here gives you a tumblr accent. This morning my mother asked me something and i replied "i don't know i've never heard these words in that order" and she nearly choked laughing. It wasn't even that funny
at my old job i had a coworker who was tired and made a coffee with like 6 or 8 shots of espresso and i just casually went up to them like “are you trying to meet god?” and not only was this absolutely hilarious to them but they brought it up in future conversations they thought it was so funny but to me this was just as casual as saying “woah that’s a lot of coffee”
Being funny on Tumblr and then going to be funny in real life is like traveling to a foreign country and baby the currency exchange rate is biased in your favor
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I have something extremely important to say
My aunt’s dog has a paw print on his paw
The small little gasp I let out is heard universally when you view this picture
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In those days I could fold the sky up and store it in a closet. With every heave of my chest the universe seemed to expand. In those days the rope of the moon floating on the surface of the water was a kind of hope. I hardly noticed the bird’s song limping from its broken nest, hardly noticed the last star struggling against the dawn until the sun betrayed it. Why do we notice so little? Does the river suffer when you plunge your hand into it? Does the wind suffer when it snags itself on a branch? Maybe that’s why we close our eyes to kiss. I think each night was just the bandage I used to cover the deep cuts of His words. Don’t turn away. Don’t imagine you know the story. Our lives are just dreams someone sold to the highest bidder. I thought my own words could trample the stars. I thought my name would nest in the future and take flight. But there was only that dusk of blackbirds. It’s all just Fate settling like dust in the attics of our deeds.
Richard Jackson, from “The Apology of Judas”, Resonance
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weird night, strange men🏜️
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praying for the liberation of Sudan. x
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the same city by Terrance Hayes
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woman walking a husky and a maltese and her arms are splayed out like christ on the cross cause of their opposite temperaments. husky pointed like an arrow down the path and the maltese smelling the concrete with great slow consideration. she is grimacing. this is a new tarot card to me, but just another day on earth
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plot 150 words bed-sharing 200 words smut 800 words projecting my fears, insecurities, and anxieties onto a fictional character 9,356 words fluff 150 words someone who is good at fan fiction please help me budget my WIP, my family is dying
150 words of plot seems excessive.
thank you for the reasonable advice
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Imo the most important thing a writer (or any artist) can be is earnest. You can have no technical skill whatsoever and write a complete stinker and you'll still have a story some readers will fall in love with, so long as they can tell you really meant it and really gave it a shot. Everything else is artifice.
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A cartoon from 1914 that could have been written today
A reminder that if you’re struggling to pay rent, buy food, working multiple jobs or more than 40 hours a week, capitalism is working just at is intended to.