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Imagery Definition

Imagery is the way that words are strung together.

Imagery is plucking the right needled from the haystack in your brain.

Imagery gives the words depth.

Imagery allows readers to not only read, but see and live the moment. 

Imagery makes a readers river after they plunge into the dark frigid depths of the Arctic Sea.

Imagery makes readers cry when their favorite character dies, even though that character has never breathed. 

Imagery puts paint on an otherwise bland canvas.

Imagery is the glue that makes things interesting. 

Imagery is a magnet, magnetizing the words on the page that you just can’t help being drawn to the next. 

Imagery is hard. It is difficult to describe the rich details from your brain and designate mere words for a vision. So instead you must fit them together. You must string them up and let the readers walk through the strands. 

Imagery is like a lock. You can have all the numbers but it won’t work until you put them in the right order. You must find the right order to most accurately display your thoughts on the page. Otherwise the puzzle is missing pieces.

Imagery is finally finding the lost puzzle piece.

-a.s.k.k.

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A beautiful thing is never perfect.

Unknown

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My life’s a mess and that’s ok.

It makes living a little more interesting. 

Everyone around you is a mess too.

They might just be better at pretending that it’s not. 

Embracing the mess that is your life is the way to go.

It’s a lot more fun when you don’t take things too seriously.

It’s ok to make terrible jokes that make people groans. 

They actually love them. I promise.

It’s ok that no one else likes your Spotify playlist. You do.

It’s pretty f*cking groovy. And let’s be honest, you don’t like it all the time either.

It’s ok to make a complete and utter fool of yourself.

So record dumb videos of yourself and put it on the internet so the world can see.

Laugh way too hard at yourself so no one can understand you.

They’ll laugh with you or at you. Does it matter?

Be completely and irrevocably you.

People will believe that you have your life together 

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Pretend to be someone who can do it

Neil Diamond

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Her

Print her

Let her go     Let her be free

She’ll be ok

She is strong now

She has been broken so many times, the cracks blended together

But she learned how to sew herself back together

She is powerful

Her stance is wide

Her hair is free

Her will, oh her will is fierce

She will not shatter again

She will not break down

She will not fall

She will love herself now

She will be invincible

She will

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My pulse drums like a hummingbird took rest in my throat

Anna

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Our fortress in the woods

I looked down at my watch that didn’t tell time and my compass that didn’t point north.

It didn’t actually point anywhere.

But I liked to imagine it was like that compass that pointed towards what you wanted most in the world.

It would spin around and around because I already had what I wanted.

To be with you.

I knew it would point to you.

This was my favorite place.

Right next to you in our fortress in the woods.

This was the place that our pretends could breathe.

They had arms and legs and tails and they could be.

We were the king and queen of our forest kingdom.

We led our subjects well, made up of trees and woodland creatures and thoughts.

We were the only real people in our kingdom.

No one else liked our pretends.

But it didn’t matter because we had each other.

That’s all we really wanted.

We would hold contests to see who could shout the loudest from the watchtower.

We didn’t really yell any words that we could actually understand.

We just made noise.

We just wanted to be heard.

But now I look down at my watch that doesn’t tell time and the compass that doesn’t point North and I try so hard to make it spin.

If it moved, it would be ok.

I would be able to look up and see you.

But it wouldn’t budge.

Because when I looked back up, you were gone.

It was just me.

You hadn’t come back to our fortress in the woods.

And what’s a kingdom without a king?

I needed you.

The arrow didn’t point to you, because I didn’t know where you were.

It was just a broken compass now.

It was meaningless to pretend it was anything else without you.

You were the one that made it all real.

You told me that we could do whatever we wanted.

I told you that I just wanted to stay here with you, in our fortress in the woods forever.

You said ok.

But you really shouldn’t make promises because you’re terrible at keeping them.

Because here I am.

And here you’re not.

I stayed there for a while

In our fortress in the woods

Perhaps you had just gotten lost

or kidnapped!

I don’t know why else you wouldn’t be there

So I waited.

But the summer breeze turned to fallen leaves to frozen trees and you still weren’t there.

I couldn’t wait any longer for you to come back.

So I left.

I left our play-pretend, our kingdom, my favorite place in the world.

Only you were the one who made it my favorite.

So now it’s just a place.

And I don’t know where I’m headed or when I’ll get there because all I have left is a watch that doesn’t tell time and a compass that doesn’t point north.

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Voice is a person standing in front of someone else, pouring their heart out in the way only they can.

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Friends

Friendships are interesting.

A lot of the time you can’t remember where or when you met or how you felt about them then. You only know that it happened and you’re glad it did.

Why do some memories stay but others don’t? What qualifications do they have to meet in order for them to stay? Are there any? Or is it random, the luck of the draw?

Who knows. We can’t remember the memories we forget. Although they are probably still up there somewhere, sitting in the dark room to where we’ve misplaced the key.

-a.s.k.k.

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Why do I compare all other friendships to the one that didn’t work out

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[in-my-thinking]

A sculptor takes cold hard stone and turns it into something beautiful. Life takes something beautiful and turns into cold hard stone

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And when he texts you 3 months later saying he made a mistake, and he misses you, and he needs you back- ask him what color your eyes are.

Poetry At Most (via poetryatmost)

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sometimes people don’t come back. and sometimes it’s okay.

k. azizian (via kianaazizian)

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Permission

I give myself permission to love, trust and accept.

I give myself permission to love myself.

    I can love myself with all I have.

    I don’t have to like myself all the time.

    But I will love myself.

I give myself permission to love others.

    I can confide in someone and give them my love.

    Yeah, it’s scary and terrifying but it’ll be ok.

    God’s got you.

I give myself permission to trust myself.

    Trust in my instincts, trust my thoughts and actions and not second guess myself.

    I can trust others.

    Even though it may not have worked out in the past.

    This is different.

    This is not the same.

    Stop comparing.

I give myself permission to accept myself.

    All of myself, not just the parts that sound good.

    All of the bad, the sad, the ugly, the mean, my flaws, my mistakes, and my downfalls.

I can accept myself and continue to discover myself.

I am the soulmate and best friend to myself.

No other human can understand me better than me.

    I don’t understand myself perfectly.

    I don’t understand others perfectly.

People are crazy and weird. And awesome. I’m awesome. I’m cool. I’m funny. I’m loved. I’m trusted. I’m wanted. I’m admired. I’m watched. I’m pretty. I’m a true friend. I’m a sucky communicator. I’m an artist. I’m creative. I’m confused. I’m quirky. I’m afraid. I’m brave. I’m adventurous. I’m lazy. I’m bored. I’m tired. I’m lovely. I’m thriving.

I’m me.

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You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.  What mood is that? Last-minute panic

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Imagine

I don’t remember having an imaginary friend as a kid. I know I wanted one. I felt as if everyone had them. I don’t know if I’m more saddened by the fact that I might not have had one, or that I can’t remember.

How much has happened in our lives that we thought was oh so important, but now we can’t remember? Or what of the little mundane things that suddenly pop up when you smell a certain food or catch a glimpse of a face? And what happened to imagination?

As kids go about their day, they are so entertained and fascinated by whatever their little brains can come up with. Imagination was looked at as being vital, a necessity, as something worthwhile.

But times change, and those little kids grow up. That once valued imagination is now looked at as a hinderance or something that must be forced. Why is it that everyone who isn’t that great at science or math just isn’t trying hard enough when someone who isn’t great at art or creative writing just isn’t artistic?

When did our imaginations go from being front and center to being trapped in our heads or in the pages of a book or in the screen of a movie theatre? Why does society label artists and authors as ungrounded, absent-minded, loose and just generally out-there? Did people forget what it is like to be a kid? Did they forget about their creations, their imaginary friends?

Kids grow up and gradually those imaginary slots are filled by not-so-imaginary people. Maybe those slots weren’t necessarily filled, but merely hidden. They got pushed so far back into the deep recesses of our mind that it got lost. The card for imaginary friends slipped under the cabinet, out of sight. No one seems to notice it’s gone until we are suddenly reminded of its existence. Only then when we look in between imaginary conversations and imaginary games do we realize it’s missing. Then we start to wonder if it was ever there in the first place. And if it wasn’t, then what’s wrong with us?  So we bury it deeper and never talk about it, lest someone else goes searching for their card and can actually find it.

Now as grown-up kids, we seem to have lost the ability, or maybe the strength, to make up worlds for ourselves. Instead we leave that to others, who still can, immersing ourselves in battered pages or the flickering of a screen. We dive into that world, forgetting our own. We can imagine then. For some people, that place, that other world, is a safe haven. They can stop thinking about real life and instead go into make-believe.

Well, what about non-fiction, you ask? Everything is non-fiction. Everything is true. One way or another, it’s true. It’s true as in it actually happened, or it’s true and pure imagination. Imagination is never false. Yeah, sure, some may seem ‘impossible’ but no one’s imagination is ever wrong.