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words-and-hues · 5 months
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I write in my diary-/ " I'm a li'l less obsessed with him today" / and then strike it out./ 'cause I don't wanna lie,/ not in diary,/ not to myself./ the truth is,/ I still think about you/ as much as I used to./ isn't that why I'm writing about you?
your texts still make my heart/ skip a beat,/ hearing your name/ or hearing your voice/ still makes me smile./ I still miss you/ more than ever./ but here's what's changed-/ I won't text you/ when you leave me on read./ I won't burden you/ with my 'I miss yous'/ or 'I love yous'/ when I know you don't feel the same.
so I'll say it again-/ I'm a lil less obsessed today-/ not with him,/ but with wanting to love him back.
-devika// can I love someone and still let them go?//
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its3-15am · 1 year
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People ask why I don't say much. If I'm just quiet or clueless; I find fault in explaining the fact that Everytime I open my mouth I'm reminded that I have no place in the world. No say in anything. I don't fit in to any certain group or culture; it's always been so foreign to me. I don't exist like the average human and I never have been able to. Everytime I speak I'm reminded of who I'm not, who I could've been, and who I should be.
-// my own life is foreign to me. I live as a stranger amongst myself.
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styleontheside · 1 year
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formlesself · 6 months
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"Have you ever been in a room without a window? Dreams could never escape the walls. Can you still call it home?"
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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everythingshaquana · 1 year
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solomontigcelot · 1 year
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One of the top New Orleans artists I’ve shared the stage with has new music out!! Some of this you can hear live in NOLA this Saturday the 25th!!! #Repost @armycarruth with @use.repost ・・・ III•XXI•MMXXIII: “Social Introvert” Out now, master-link in bio to all streaming services. In order to have a fan base, you have to have a base (foundation) for the fans to stand on. So, I’m standing on my craft and the way I want to create my music to sound. Sorry not sorry. A wise man once told me, “New Orleans artist out here starving.” Let’s change that narrative. #WildGangGlobal #TheHutStudios #SocialIntrovert #NOLAHipHop #Independent #BarsOverBullshit #Distrokid #CollageArtWork #WritersWrite #WordsFromWale #DopeArtist #NewOrleans #EveryPenny #NewMusic #TapIn #mooseharrs #urbanflosarus #neworleansmusic #neworleanshiphop #hiphop #music #newmusic #nowstreaming (at Streaming Now) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqIyhlCOyUq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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renee-writer · 1 year
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spiced-wine-fic · 2 years
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sakshiwriter · 2 years
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I may not be good now. I may never escape the darkness. I might have multiple relapses. But I am trying. I try every day. To get up, to put one foot in front of another, and just not feel too much or think so much.
I am trying. And trying is everything. Isn't it?
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its3-15am · 8 months
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I often think about all the things that the world can take from me. It can take My dignity, my smile, my heart, my entire life if it wanted to. But the one thing that the world and its people can never take from me is my scars. The hell I've been thru written on my skin. My arms; My legs; My back; The bruises on the bottom of my feet. It can never take my pain. It can take My happiness of course. It's the one thing that the world and its people can always take. But I ripped the wings off my back to give to the world and it can never take that damn strength from me.
-the world can take everything from me, but it can never take the hell I've been thru.
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words-and-hues · 5 months
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I put on my brightest lipstick/ to cheer me up/ but then wipe it off./ who cares, /I look ugly anyways./ I watch the newest song/ of my favourite artist/ and cry a little./ I pick out the saddest song in my playlist/ and then play it on loop.
I've always had trouble falling asleep,/ but it's gotten worse these days./ so I've gone back to drawing patterns/ that are said to reduce anxiety./I draw these circles and lines/ hoping they'd put me to sleep somehow./ but they don't,/ yet I keep drawing them anyways.
-devika// it's not the circles and lines, we're the pattern- my anxiety and I//
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mineofilms · 6 months
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Democratic Survey
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glyparanal · 3 months
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Thank you, Daddy, for shielding and protecting us from the bad guys and the pains of this world the way you knew how. Thank you for helping us grow our wings because even if we're scared, we can still fly. I'll miss you for the rest of my life. 🌙
instagram.com/glydaydreams
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everythingshaquana · 1 year
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clairelsonao3 · 1 year
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So all this time I thought I was a pantser, but I'm actually a plotter. My outline is IN MY HEAD, along with most of my to-do lists and appointments. It's kind of just how I've always done things. I mean, yes, I do change a lot of things as I go, and write out of order, etc. But it's still an outline.
Does anyone else outline in their head? Maybe there should be a name for this. Mental plotters? Invisplotters? Stealth plotters?
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renee-writer · 1 year
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Dear Mom
Written for the writers write daily prompt.
Dear Mom,
I am so sorry for being away so long. I needed time to see if I could make it on my own. Get past the past, if that makes any sense. It wasn’t you I was running from. I pray you know that. Not you. Never. Him, or the memory of him, that was the demon I was trying to slay.
It didn’t work. I was good, no drugs and relatively little alcohol. Men where my problem. You know they always have been. Love means sex, unfortunately that is what he taught me.
I know you are wondering why I am writing you now. I need to come home, mom. It isn’t just me anymore. I am pregnant. The father is, well, let’s just say, out of the picture. I need to be home, we need it.
I can’t do this alone mom. Will you let us come home? I swear on the life of my unborn child, not to leave again. There is nothing out there that helps. I need to face this dead in. For myself and the baby.
Please mom. Let us come home.
Your loving daughter
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