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asmy8h · 2 hours ago
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there are times where you feel so much empty, you start loosing yourself, you start loosing the purpose of your life, your existence, your focus, everything. overcoming this feeling is the hardest. you don't know what to do and eventually you start blaming yourself for everything. you really don't understand that phase and start distancing yourself from everyone. talking to people, going out of house, even thinking of anything starts to feel like extra. you don't know for how long you will keep going like that, sitting in a dark room lonely for days, not eating for hours, staring out of the window but you barely can see anything because of the darkness within. you listen to your whole playlist of songs and don't remember listening them, you forget about your favourite food, you don't care about the clothes you are wearing, you don't care about anything. your parents scream at you telling you to get your shit together but you can't listen their voice, that feeling is haunting and i can keep talking about it if i start.
the only thing that will get you out of this phase and keep you going through your life are the people around you holding you tight and standing in circle around you.
dont loose hope. 🤍
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efavs · 3 hours ago
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Beginning: A Poem in Two Parts
This is a poem about spring But we've got to get through the winter first 
So please do bear with me
PLEASE read the content warnings before watching.
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writer13spost · 4 hours ago
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He was adorable, attractive everyone who knows him will want to spend a lot of time with him. All his colleagues share their secrets and pics of the past with him but he only shares current visuals of his life and kept past life a secret to all of his colleagues. Once a girl proposed to him but he smiled and left.
He is faithful to his partner.
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aisheeboa · 7 hours ago
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Suddenly while reading a book or scrolling and come across any special line or quote and you make your special feel inside your head and wanna share with someone so hard but you cant.
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doubtingthomas5 · 9 hours ago
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Hump Day*
Burnt muscle
On the wing.
Noiseless fish on the banks.
Rain that aches with undulating passion.
A world full of people
And a half a pack of reds.
The sage looked into my lost eyes
And gently reminded me
That its just as hard to be dead as alive.
Having to keep still all the time.
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penstricken · 9 hours ago
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Not Sure Where To Begin With Your Story? Try Free Writing.
Not Sure Where To Begin With Your Story? Try Free Writing. #amwriting #writing #writetip #writingtip #fiction #stories #author #writer
Originally published 15/07/2018 Fact: it is absolutely impossible to write a novel, a script, a screenplay or even a six word story without starting somewhere. There must come a point, somewhere in the journey of your life, when you put pen to paper, so to speak. Not only that, but starting must be the first thing you do. You can’t begin working halfway through the process, nor at the end. You…
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Telenor quiz answers || Today Telenor quiz answers 2021
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Today in this article I am going to provide you Telenor quiz answers || Today Telenor quiz answers 2021.
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junejuniperjune · 19 hours ago
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Voluntary Exile
“You have disobeyed me for the last time, Elesett,” Spoke The Sovereign from her pillar, gripping the lectern, which let a large book and ink container with a feather quill inside rest atop it, in front of her. Elesett has been quite the troublemaker, usually getting in the way of the so-called expansion of her divine race. The Sovereign had grown quite sick of it. She stared down at the angel, wrapped in chains and bound to her place, being watched by two standing guards as the decision for her punishment would be made.
“This is wrong! These people never wanted to be like u-”
“Silence!” Elesett’s argument was cut short by The Sovereign’s snap. “I will not hear any of your foolish assumptions!” The Sovereign glared down at Elesett, regaining her composure. “Now then,” She turned her head downwards, reading from the book that had rested upon the lectern. “You have been recorded for five disturbances, each ranging from sabotage to rioting, setting back our destiny by at least 5 months.” The Sovereign glanced up from the lectern, turning the page of the book, watching at Elesett glared at her from above. Looking back down at the lectern, she continued. “I’ve let your past endeavors lead you to minimal punishment, but it appears my generosity isn’t to your liking.” The Sovereign took the quill out of the ink container, skimming the book before crossing a line out. She then placed the quill back and slammed the book shut. “As for your punishment, I’m exiling you.”
“Exile?!”
“Shut up. I’m not finished.” The Sovereign stretched her dove-like wings, blocking out the sun from behind her. “You’ll be sent to a terrestrial world, as far away from our home as we can take you. We will no longer accept your soul, either, and hence, you will be doomed to remain in Limbo after death.” The Sovereign glared at Elesett, studying her expression carefully. “Maybe now you will understand the severity of your actions,” She concluded. The guards standing by approached Elesett, gripping her chains and extending their wings. “We will only hope that you die before we reach your place of exile.” The Sovereign muttered as the guards carried Elesett away to her punishment.
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sinfuldreamers · 23 hours ago
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There is fresh produce in my fridge, new groceries filling my cabinets. My apartment finally has decorations on the walls—mirrors, and pictures, and fairy lights. My kitchen is clean, dishes all put away. I sorted through the boxes in my living room and got rid of the clutter.
My apartment is different, still empty without you in it with me, but it feels more like mine. I feel different too, also still empty without you, but I am trying to focus on other things. I am eating more healthy, more clean. My hair is dark, and I have an appointment to make it darker—the blonde no longer fit, it never felt like me.
I am slowly reconnecting with friends, and spending time with new ones. Nobody knows me like you did, but for now that’s okay. My nails have been done since I saw you last, and I’ve kept up with them every three weeks on the mark. I have a tattoo scheduled, simply because I wanted one. I’m not naive enough to believe any of this will fill the void you left, but I still hope the changes I’m making will change me too.
I still have my days—lots of them—where I have trouble thinking about anything but you. Where it hurts so much I can hardly breathe. But I’m just so tired of crying, tired of being miserable, tired of reaching out only to get nothing in return. I once saw a quote saying, “I can’t love a ghost for the rest of my life.” And while I still may love you for the rest of my life, it feels like you’re a ghost.
I still carry every loss with me, and you are the one I loved the most, so losing you has been the hardest. But if I’ve learned anything it’s that life keeps moving, and I’m doing the best I can to keep moving too. For now, you’re a ghost, and I still hope that you won’t stay that way, but I can’t spend my days waiting on a maybe.
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sarahthepoet · a day ago
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In life there are two ways that you can live, you can follow others like a sheep. Or you can be unique and follow your own path, I’d rather follow my own path than follow a herd of sad sheep.
@sarahthepoet
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readwritebehappy · a day ago
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This hits the spot. The words n my head have troubles finding the way to my mouth. Why can others speak whats on their minds and others dont?
Well the way to the mouth is somehow lost but it always finds its way to the paper📝
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penstricken · a day ago
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6 Useful Posts on Fiction and Writing
6 Useful Posts on Fiction and Writing #amwriting #fiction #blog #stories #reading #amreading #writetip #writingtip #author #stories
Originally published 08/07/2018 I couldn’t think of anything clever to write this week, so I decided it was time for another exciting instalment of Useful Posts on Fiction and Writing, where I share other people’s clever fiction-related posts. The posts I’ve selected for this week are bit of a mish-mash of flash fictions, book reviews and writing tips. They only have two things in common. 1)…
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zizek’s definition of love
zizek definition of love is “There is nothing more dangerous, more lethal for the loved person than to be loved, as it were, for not what he or she is, but for fitting the ideal.”
we call creation is cosmic imbalance, catastrophe. things exist by mistake, love as fire to be kindled borders that of idealism. there’s nothing wrong with it, but he would like to put a spotlight on love's 'violent' nature. this is not to be confused with violent acts done for love,  
love, to him, is a violent thing. love is not “I love you ” we pick and choose and say I love you more than I love anything else. and all too often, when we love somebody, we don’t accept him or her as what the person truly is. we accept them as this person that fits our fantasy. we are in love with the scenes of a person that we like is created in our mind (i mean correct me if im wrong but this is how i understand it)  the idea of love,  we fell in love with idea of the person and not with them.
he emphasize that i love you’s don’t have to mean too much. we did that to ourselves, love is completely dependent on the persons involved and how much they are willing to invest in it. because love is so good that it can hurt so bad.  love is only a lie there is nothing in life called love, the concept of love in them is rebuke and hurtful words.
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