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livingantique · 2 years
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all-encompassing
the ache in my chest, the shake in my knees, the gaze in my eye and just when i think i can catch my breath you whisper my name again
your divine existence rocks me to my very core.
☾ solstice a.
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latestarnights · 8 months
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life...
whoever told us how to do life? we take advice from people who have failed at one point or another. sometimes it feels like it's not enough to just live. they say "just live" but...i can't. to live means to let go and follow the path, but i want my own. am i selfish? am i confused? life isn't what we believe. and i'm so scared of that. but that's life...
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theloulouge · 8 months
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Life Lens - Entry 73
Blogging Through Sleepiness Lately, life’s been a bit of a whirlwind for me. My dad handed over one of his businesses to me, which is super exciting but also means I’m swamped with work. But you know what? I’m not giving up on my blog. It’s like my online diary, and I’m determined to keep it going. Funny thing though, as I write this, I’ve dozed off a couple of times. But hey, dedication, right?…
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amo-ridere · 1 year
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"Chewed to the Chin" I found out that I can write poems on my phone, so, here's this morbid one. #PoetryTwitter #signatured #morbidpoem #shortpoem #freeverse #writtenonthefly #latenightwriting #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CooRbMju2Nz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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cinnamon-j-squall · 2 years
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Oathkeeper99 - Part 1 Shockwaves (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1227947732-oathkeeper99-part-1-shockwaves?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=J-Cinnamon&wp_originator=8rqHNUsSbR%2FUB1vhTtO2Fp2SyExSBklcKOZjbibrqLEhdOTN1glna5ZXG8pmsqMlM7i8GyMOX4bEv%2FIWU%2Bw7IEXF4oCeLvPoBC05V%2Bz2g54l5ZuoGSDiKFjtQRIAAIFu When you're visited by sprites/fairies after honing a skill for about 2 years and get a supernatural ability relating to it, things get strange and chaotic. But why would sprites suddenly help humans?
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mistovyee · 22 days
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When will I stop being that little girl.
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inadiashariff · 2 years
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Agar sab kuch mil jayega zindagi mein toh tamanna kiski karoge.. Kuch adhuri khwahishein he toh zindagi jeene ka maza deti hai!!
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shyofacrescentmoon · 1 year
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The reality is very blurred. And it is preposterous of me to drag you into my gloom tinted life.
But it is also my selfish act to let you see these gorgeous portraits, colourful vases and ripen fruits, making you believe here awaits you a splendid stay over.
If I am a little humane, I'd have asked you to close the front door and walk away; but, alas, I am the forgotten, forsaken serpent begging and hoping for an ounce of affection.
#latenightwriting #maybemylove #thoughtsspiralling #love #serpent
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gwenheifnerauthor · 2 years
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Late night writing session. I havent been writing in a while but I felt some inspiration this evening and decided to sit down to write. #latenight #latenightwriting #nightwriting #inspiration #feelinginspired #writing #working #workinglate #writingbooktwo https://www.instagram.com/p/CZYZ5eZgECa/?utm_medium=tumblr
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livingantique · 2 years
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anticipation
i watch as you move through it all smiling and laughing with me i foresee your every move, know every step before you take it i had already known you were walking to the door > solstice a.
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prettylittlelyres · 3 years
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Vogeltje - Update (1st September 2021)
I’ve passed 71,000 words on this polished draft, I have the query ready to send off, and about 5,000 words At Most left to write. I am sleepy and a little achy from working at my laptop for the past six hours with my only movements the walk to the kitchen and back for more coffee, and I am very tempted to leave the last few pages until the proper morning, once I’ve had a little nap.
I really do mean it, now: the end is in sight for this project! If I’m two days behind my (self-imposed so adjustable and therefore easy to ignore, unfortunately) “deadline”, I’ll still be at least as proud of myself and my work as I am right now. Ideally, though, I will be a good deal less achy and an excellent deal less sleepy.
Here, I say goodnight ‘til it be about three hours later (”morrow”), and sign off for the moment, with 71,016 words down and c.5,000 to go.
Happy writing, everyone, and, to those of you participating in September’s PitMad tomorrow, happy pitching!
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karolinium · 4 years
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i like my early bedtime and early mornings way too much to pull all nighters, but lately i’ve been making the most of the late night motivation and productivity spikes. first one today at 0:05, second one today at 20:30 in my fav library
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amandadavaloswrites · 3 years
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Last night I had a burst of inspiration and it led to a 2 am writing session. The writing was great until I realized that I had written an entire scene where nobody talked. In my sleep deprived haze I could only think of this moment from the office. #writerslife #earlymorningwriting #latenightwriting #theofficememes #theoffice #jimhalpert #notalking #tuesdaythoughts #ineedcoffee #missingsleep #2amwritings #2amwritingsession #goingtobedearlytonight #writingromance #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofinstagram #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authorlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CThZ9JRL0tx/?utm_medium=tumblr
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go-pull-the-trigger · 4 years
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#5am #cantsleep #depression #latenightwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Jf9qZnwJF/?igshid=16sm5rv3kdv5q
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mistovyee · 23 days
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In the daylight I disguise my bruises in poems.
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TW: Scat, constipation, this sort of thing
S conked their head lightly against the wall as they stood, rubbing their sore, cramping stomach that protested any and all movement. It had gotten so bad that S had sat on the loo for three hours this morning, grunting and squeezing for all they were fucking worth but only the tip poked out. That effort left them exhausted, and so here they were…! Cradling their bloated, rock-hard belly.
“Come on-“ S moaned, their lips cracking open as their belly groaned in just as much protest. They sank the palm of their hands into the bloat, getting a pitiful hiccup out of it.
This fucking sucked…
S reached over and picked up the thick glass of prune juice, throwing their head back and downing it immediately. They almost gagged, coughing and spluttering on the chunky liquid. Their stomach hitched with the movement, making S’ nausea all the worse.
They conked their head against the wall again.
Grgghnn…
S froze, almost not daring to believe it. The rock-hard, painful mass *gurgled*. Their eyes lit up with hope and a few seconds later it gurgled again as S felt the prune juice work it’s way through their churning stomach, their aching intestines. They grunted, a sharp pang of pain making itself known.
“Ngh, oh- oh that helps,” S mumbled as they rubbed their aching stomach, another cramp squeezing them. They felt gas bubble up, shifting on their feet and clenching.
Pffffffftugh-
A wet fart rumbled past the thick log blocking S’ ass, and S moaned loudly at the long awaited relief.
“Ughnnn, yes, yes, more of that-“ S moaned and squeezed their bare legs together, pressing their forehead against the wall as they felt more gas rise. Pushing, another rumbly, greasy fart filled the air. They were panting, squeezing out farts as readily as they came before one of them stuck. Gas bubbles reached the edge of their ass before falling back. S set to working harder, desperate to get more relief until with a loud ‘NGGH’ a full shart sprayed into their white underwear, the only clothes they were wearing. S didn’t care, the relief too great as another shart splattered their underwear. The thick log didn’t move but the back-up behind it was furious enough that soon every other second S’ underwear was being coated. The massive bloat receded as a stream of hot liquid dripped down their leg, overflowing with only the log that remained in the end.
Panting… S decided the log could stay. S needed a shower, and… with their almost empty stomach burbling… they expected some more relief soon.
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