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a writing inspo blog for katie, her ocs, and the worlds they live in.

[existential-celestial]

Malyen Oretsev in Ruin and Rising (Leigh Bardugo)

[moonlit-sunflower-books]

friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”

[romelle-moved]

no offense but two characters running from the authorities and then one of them pulls the other in a dark, small alley to shake them off and they’re both breathing hard and there’s not much space there and they’re looking at each other while trying to hold back chuckles and one of them brings their finger to their lips playfully in a ‘shhh’ motion while smirking and oh no now they’re looking at one another’s lips and one of them whispers “i think the coast is clear now. we could leave.” and the other says “yeah. we could.” but they’re still looking at the other person’s lips and neither make a move to go and they can feel each other’s breath against their skin and. y eah

[in-your-bad-dream]

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So you were never a saint And I’ve loved in shades of wrong We learn to live with the pain Mosaic broken hearts But this love is brave and wild

[heavensickness]

Third base is me telling you about my father

[1moneychaserworld-deactivated20]

"of course i remembered" is a love language

[mmusicrecs]

[sawasawako-archived]

“bickering is a love language” so true

[iwas-handpicked]

“aw you remembered!” bitch i’m in love with you of course i remembered

[lgbtcinema]

I have you, okay? I’ll never let you go. I’m always going to take care of you. Protect you.

Teenage Cocktail (2016) dir John Carchietta

[juliastiles]

[juliastiles]

[theslowesthnery]

ah yes my favourite trope

[soracities]

Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I’m more than thinking about you — I’m living about you,”]

[lalocorleone-deactivated2026041]

Eiza González as Fran in I Care a Lot (2020)

[barcarole]

What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?

These are some of my favorites:

An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi

Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf

From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri

From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri

Reality, Rabia al-Basri

Love, Rabia al-Basri

The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis

The Wound, Adonis

I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi

The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed

The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan

Exculpation, Khalil Mutran

Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika

A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar

A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh

Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi

Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah

The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi

A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi

A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi

Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar

Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish 

Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj

Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman

Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah

Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani

[luthienne]

Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)

[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]