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laceyrosewrites · 1 year
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Good morning. #love #authenticity #writing #writersofinstagram #write #viral #fyp #blog #thewrittenword https://www.instagram.com/p/CnUA1bVL1ji/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jeremiahjahi · 1 year
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have seen this play a number of times. Finally, got around to reading it. Superb piece of writing and socially relevant storytelling. Lynn Nottage is a beast of a writer. Lean in and Keep Moving! #playwrightsoninstagram #playwright #storytelling #unionworkers #thestage #workingclass cinema #actingisacraft #sociological #ethnography #writingisacraft #storiesrule #thewrittenword https://www.instagram.com/p/CmZwTz6PGXK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gildedautumnvelvet · 2 years
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Autumn is the time of picturesque tranquility.
Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)
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cozywinterworld · 3 years
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Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of the fire.  And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you can possibly imagine.
Isabel Greenberg, The Encyclopedia of Early Earth (via:  cozywinterworld)
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bohemianspice · 3 years
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“We would be together and have our books, and at night be warm in bed together, with the windows open and the stars bright.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via:  bohemianspice)
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roseinthepages · 2 years
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Beginning of the End
Your blood runs slower in your veins Your lungs can barely inflate Your bones start to creak and break And you wonder if this is fate
The air begins to feel stale Sounds suddenly run faint Your eyes begin to grow a vail And you see the sky begin to lose its blue paint 
You wonder if you hugged enough people And witnessed enough smiles If you truly lived an honest life And made your time worthwhile 
The grim reaper suddenly turns the corner Hears your last breathe be taken He slowly knocks on your door Knowing he is not mistaken 
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valkyriecainbarber · 3 years
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Her facial expressions say it all really. 😂📚
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chexawe · 4 years
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Reposted from @jbsparksarts From: The False Teachings of The Apostle Paul by Dr Ray Hagins #drrayhagins #rayhagins #paultheapostle #thebible #thewrittenword #control #theprintedpage #jbsparksmemes #jbsmemes https://www.instagram.com/p/CDsOuY2nfuiGzh0qQBxrqm9FRiWqw1v22UrFg00/?igshid=1iryxwgw1f5gq
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fine-arts-tt · 4 years
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Poetry by RAven the artist.
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ayilshi · 4 years
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平和 #poetry #poet #poems #poem #poemas #poetas #originalpoetry #writing #thewrittenword (at Dublin, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCO1c3oHvle/?igshid=wkss8q6dsnvx
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hayleytot22-blog · 4 years
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I am woman With flaw and fear I am woman With joy and tear I am woman strong in stride I am woman with gentle pride With dream above And thought below Follow the tide The ebb and flow At the waters edge A new day dawns Dont look back Theres nothing to mourn. I am woman with flaw and fear I am woman with joy and tear I am woman strong in stride I am woman with gentle pride Hayley Miller #poetry #expressyourself #belief #thewrittenword https://www.instagram.com/p/B9LxVEwogIr/?igshid=62fwlqphk67j
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bmwgal · 5 years
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Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.
Søren Kierkegaard (via:  bmwgal)
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jeremyrobertmoore · 4 years
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Tiffany
This is a horrid season for me
The way the year decays
The leaves so putrid
You rot
I rot
This is the season of the witch
There is a fog at my toes
It latches on to my body
I feel as if I am walking through a marsh
Sinking in the muck
It smells like death
Follows me like a ghost
This is a horrible season for me
We wanted to get married
Go to Berlin
We were going to form as one being
My heart pumps blood through your body
Our veins tangled like the vine in the forest
Our eyeballs converged like wedding cake
Smeared on our clothes
They would be black
This will be our dirge
My rare gem
I found you when I was digging around in damp October soil
I had never held anything so precious in my life
The glow of the night off your crystal facet
It was mesmerizing
It was perfect harmony
A pitch unknown to the naked ears
It was you
It was me
The curves of your life your laughter your body
Made me a rich man
I loved you instantly
I still love you
I was stumbling around drunk one night, my heart was racing! I became forgetful i kept you close to my chest I kept looking back afraid of the demons my demons, our ghouls, When I fell in the dirt chasing the time we met you slipped out of my breast pocket. As much as I felt around in the dark you were gone.
Baby now I cannot recall where I lost you
I trace back my steps
But my memory is shot
Please forgive me
My precious girl
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gildedautumnvelvet · 2 years
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There is a particular kind of afternoon sun that exists only in autumn.  A golden light drapes itself over the world of that hour.  It falls through the afternoon sky, fine and faint as a swirl of cigarette smoke caught in the wind, nearly transparent.  So sweet, that light, insisting softly, goldly against the windows.
Ayana Mathis, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)
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cozywinterworld · 3 years
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“Winter was creeping in and, at barely three o’clock in the afternoon, the day was losing substance and dissolving into a dusty twilight.”
C.J. Tudor (via:  cozywinterworld)
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bohemianspice · 3 years
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“The summit is what drives us, but the climb itself is what matters.”
Conrad Anker (via:  bohemianspice)
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