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inkstory · 3 months
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It has been a handful of days since you had left your small town, and in that time, you estimate that you have traveled about halfway across the countryside. But your destination is now in sight, and you let out a sigh of relief once you take a moment to appreciate the great industrial city of QURNA laying at the base of the mountain from which your path is winding downwards. The last few rays of sunlight gleam through the trees and cover the sight in an orange glow. Faint rustling of leaves in a nearby indicates the cold winds coming soon, so you can't wait to get to the city by tonight.
You recall the purpose for your long journey as you continue down the worn path. You are paying a visit to your grandfather, a Chronicler of great renown. Of course, you haven't seen him in decades, but you couldn't say no to a letter that invited you for free food and lodging during your visit. You smugly imagine a calming night sheltered from the elements, and maybe even an inheritance that would change everything.
All that leaf rustling is kind of ruining the moment, though.
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hathaway-hayes · 9 months
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Worship was fingers Awry offering baskets, Blasphemy, greed, green,
And all other things idle in faith.
I’d have felt bad, but I didn't.
I didn’t, knowing the half-eaten meal, they’d pray before.
I didn’t, knowing the priest and his post-confessional proclivities.
I didn't, knowing the differences between practice and preach.
I’d have faith in being faithless.
And I’d have gospel within the grip of
Each
And
Every
Awakening.
    - H.H. (2023)
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revcruz · 2 years
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I was finally able to visit INK Story, AngInK’s 30th anniversary exhibit this afternoon and what a pleasant surprise it was to not only be able to see the artworks of fellow InKies but to see the INK founders and original members of AngInK themselves! Para akong nag-gatecrash ng reunion. My artwork for the exhibit is “Mithiing Mirasol” which features a tiny seedling who aspires to be like the brightest sunflowers. I was with the brightest sunflowers that inspired me and my batch mates when we first became members of AngInk 12 years ago. And they still continue to aspire, lead and dream big things for the organization… to become even the suns and stars. So proud to be an InKie!  If you still haven’t visited our exhibit, just a reminder that this is the last week of exhibition (until August 27, 2022). Please schedule a visit to the exhibit at the Ateneo Art Gallery. Check @ateneoartgallery for details. #angink #inkstory #angilustradorngkabataan #art #artph #exhibit https://www.instagram.com/p/ChfIM5iPat1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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plasticjelly · 3 months
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A mandala wrist tattoo
Bali's breathtaking beauty now lives on through the detailed work of a local artist's hand. This mandala tattoo in Bali isn't just a vacation memory, it's a permanent piece of art that celebrates an unforgettable experience and the timeless allure of this magical place.
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ask-inkheart · 2 years
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previous: https://ask-inkheart.tumblr.com/post/661980981440430081/sorry-for-the-late-update-my-orginal-stories-take next: https://ask-inkheart.tumblr.com/post/675409625707937792/next-previous sorry for another late update. Im now working on four comics at once. Please be sure to visit my TAPAS page to view my original stories. https://tapas.io/nightlifepony Ink, you are always in trouble hu? poor ink. Well, at least Twilight sparkle is here to help along with the REAL Discord, not his mean echo :P
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semjase · 4 years
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And maybe if
you change your tune
your hallucinations
and illusions will
shatter just like a glass.
Semjase 3: 27 / 09-01-20
Writing prompt for @writerscreed
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the-sunlit-child · 4 years
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That night, we came to a sudden dénouement. As we sat under the bed of stars, we wrote the conclusion on the sand where waves could easily wash the blots away. We drank our beers for the last time with lumps on our throats. We couldn't talk nor speak nor create another dose of make-believes. We packed our things on wooden boxes with the memories we swore we would never recreate again. We locked it up before putting it on a trash bin and eternal deletion. We stayed there under the majestic reflection of the moon above the waters. The ocean is calm yet contrary to the chaos fuming inside of us. We managed to act like everything's going as planned. We managed to act like we were really on this dénouement together.
But this was never outlined. This was never visualized. We promised little infinities with our pinky swears, mumbling it over and over on rougher days to ease the pain. We swore always and forever until it faded with time.
Darling, this is our epilogue. The universe we created came crashing down like Roman Empire. We didn't manage to stand atop the cliff and jump into the depths of the sea. We stayed here, immovable and stagnant. We didn't chase cars nor painted our love yellow. We remained tinted in red lights and stop signs and so tonight, we halt.
Darling, this is our tragedy wrapped in beers and boxes of unfathomable regrets. The very next thing we knew was keeping our goodbyes to ourselves as we walk two different directions away from our sand castles and drowning eternities.
“how we wrote the final chapter”
words by Lei Angeline
[follow me on Instagram: @thesunlitchild]
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inkstory · 2 months
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When the wind slows but the rustling remains, you follow the source of the noise just a little ways off the path.
"Gotcha!"
You hear the voice just as soon as you part a short shrub. You don't immediately find her, but when your eyes adjust to the dimness of the underbrush, a petite, young girl with green skin and bulging yellow eyes whips her head to stare at you.
"Whuh-- Piss off!" she snaps. She couldn't have been older than 10, so her language was a little off-putting. Her hands clasp tighter and she holds them closer to her chest. You can faintly see dark splotches of some thick liquid over her fingers and scraped knees, but it's hard to make out if it's blood from an injury. Seeing your held interest, the girl looks between you and her hands.
She frowns. "Ears don't work or something? Leave already!"
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hathaway-hayes · 11 months
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Those little and wandering deepest of dark brown eyes Asked, “Do you regret me?” And I thought of:
The mists come morning before bridal veils. The stupor and stumble of a Beijing bender. His mother, on a mountain, with only our echoes. My own mother’s pancakes the dawn before I’d left
I wandered:
The neon of that Tokyo night, never forgotten. Those three old men, prior peach tree and Meng Po, Her soup, they’d forget, the camaraderie, I’d never. So to, the blood, mud, and every brother that'd had my back.
He waited. I continued to think of:
My grandfather’s arrival from sea on a ship, And the same ship taking me to sea for my own story. Dreams above clouds and lands for feet, foreign. Every intimacy, connection, and cold night, warmed.
I’m ready.
But the promise, one and alone, held atop my heart, For my son - you’ll always have me - and, “No,” Never a regret, quite the contrary, only eternity.
And until his own, path and plight, Lead him away, as the miles took me And prior, the word “sacrifice” ceased to exist.
    - H.H. (2023)
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revcruz · 3 years
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"Mithiing Mirasol" ". . . A field of sunflowers, with each blooming forth with its own style and brilliance. They beckon the young ones to blossom and reach towards the sky where they will, eventually become the suns and stars that guides everyone." I was never formally trained or received schooling as an artist, and it has been my dream to become successful in art, which I was compelled to put it aside as a hobby while I worked as a professional physical therapist and teacher. When an opportunity to illustrate a children's book arose, I figured it was time to consider improving my skills as an artist/illustrator. That's how I discovered AngINK. I wanted to become a member to validate my worth as an artist/illustrator but also to develop my skills, craft, knowledge and understanding in art and illustrating for children. When I finally joined in 2009, everyone in AngINK was brilliant and kind  - They, the senior members and artists I look up to, never failed to encourage the new members to "blossom and reach towards the sky where they will, eventually become the suns and stars that guides everyone." I learned by example, experience and emulation. And I still am. Proud to be a member! Happy 30th anniversary @hello_ink ! INK Story: 30 Years of Ang Ilustrador ng Kabataan is open at the Wilson L. Sy Prints & Drawings Gallery, 2F Soledad V. Pangilinan Arts Wing of the Areté Building at the Ateneo de Manila University. Stay tuned to @hello_ink to learn how to access the exhibit physically and virtually. #WhatsYourINKStory #INKStory #INK30 #angink #angilustradorngkabataan #art #artph #exhibit #illustration #watercolor #painting #childrensbookillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/CVZj5NSB7vd/?utm_medium=tumblr
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archipelagoobitch · 4 years
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How beautiful it is to admire the lightening those veins make on your eyelids
And the storm when they open..
-S.
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sonnetopia · 4 years
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“Is life happening to you or is happening for you ?”
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inkstorygr · 4 years
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12 χρόνια blogging, 5 χρόνια Inkstory! Το Inkstory έγινε επίσημα εταιρεία με βάση την Καβάλα. Σας ευχαριστώ όλους μέσα απ' την καρδιά μου για τα υπέροχα 5 χρόνια που μου χαρίσατε. Πάμε για άλλα τόσα, και ακόμα περισσότερα! Έρχεται σύντομα νέο άρθρο για την εταιρεία, το μέλλον του Inkstory αλλά και όλα τα δώρα που μου κάνατε τον τελευταίο καιρό, αναγνώστες, πελάτες και εταιρείες. Ένα τεράστιο ευχαριστώ επίσης στον @theocoach από το greekcoach.gr για την βοήθεια του και τις συμβουλές του. Δεν ήξερα πόσο σημαντικός είναι ένας coach και πόσο μπορεί να σε βοηθήσει μέχρι που τον γνώρισα. Έχει επίσης ένα σωρό άρθρα και μπορείς να δεις και τα βίντεο του στο YouTube Κανάλι του. Πίστεψέ με, θα σε βοηθήσουν περισσότερο απ' όσο μπορεί να νομίζεις. Μην ξεχάσεις να ελέγξεις και το ολοκαίνουργιο inkstory.gr/tech καθώς επίσης και τον κατάλογο με τα ελληνικά podcast Κανάλια στο inkstory.gr/dispatch. #inkstory #blogging #blog #Greekbloggers #Blogginggr #fulltimeblogger #quotes #greekquotes #greek #greekblogger (at Kavála, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCL26ELpQgb/?igshid=12jp6uwgbwjc
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semjase · 4 years
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Don't even dare try
to lower down your
standards just to
please everyone else,
the right one will
always be attracted
to you no matter what.
Semjase 2: 16
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