Love, life and healing

[tylerknott]

If you’re feeling small, that is ok. If you’re worried and weighted down with fear or anxiety, if you’re overwhelmed or scared, that is ok. There is no wrong way through this, no wrong way to feel, as long as you know help is out there, always. Reach out to someone, to anyone, to me, if at any point things seem to be too much, reach out and ask for help, for an ear, for a moment. However you’re feeling, it’s ok, just know this is but a moment in time, and all moments come to pass. I love you all. . . . . . #scotland #icu_scotland #hiddenscotland #ig_scotland #discoverscotland #visitscotland #tylerknott #tylerknottgregson #canon #storr #oldmanofstorr #travel #adventure #wanderlust https://www.instagram.com/p/B-AAbB9FIcS/?igshid=1ukje1am90dmh

[touchn2btouched]

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[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2889 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Subscribe to the Podcast on Spotify or iTunes & hear these as spoken word poetry! Linkthing is in bio!*

Today I learned that passion is passion and rejects the labels that are so often forced upon it. That sadness and heartache can turn morph and alter themselves to the frantic breath and hands that just can’t cover enough skin. That tears can fall and without knowing when or how turn to the burning of flesh and the need for more fingers and more palms to hold tighter and touch more. Today I learned that the swollen and melancholy of a heart can be an aphrodisiac you never intended on finding. That arms of comfort and consoling can change the tone of their holding and cling with new purpose. Cling as if trying to strip off the skin of separation and melt together. That a kiss holds more weight than a shoulder ever could and your body pressed tightly against mine with your eyes above my eyes stops the shake and replaces it with a new trembling. Today I learned that there is no barrier or restriction to how much how fast and how deeply passion can run. That no matter what you call it, how you decide to define it it’s tangible and real and can pass between us like one shared breath while held underwater, the breath that keeps us alive. That heat rises but it also falls when it goes from my chest to yours and sinks back to me before rising to you again as if unable to land and unable to rest before moving on. Today I learned that there is no substitute, there is no replacement for the unmatched and unrivaled craving of another soul. That the world stops spinning, if only for those moments when desire takes shape and burns with the frenzy and fuel of waiting and wishing and wondering and wanting. That not having and not being what you need to have and be ties knots to the strings inside us and anchors them securely and forever to the heart just below those burning ribs.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

[the-memedaddy]

meirl

[nikasholistic]

My weird yet effective writing routine

To me, writing is quite an intuitive process. I basically just follow my gut. Nevertheless, throughout the years, I’ve been able to develop a pretty effective routine, and I’m going to share it with you now!

Writing circuits. I don’t know about you, but I’m super lazy, and I also love to procrastinate. So, instead of writing for three hours straight, I split this time into little circuits and plan them throughout the day. Let’s say I’ll write for an hour in the morning, then an hour and a half in the afternoon and so on. It’s also incredibly beneficial for your health – both mental and physical.

Have a plan.  I’m a discovery writer, and I don’t really outline that much. But as I go about my day – eg. when working out, or running, or cooking, or eating, or sitting and doing nothing because of this procrastination right – I think about what I want to accomplish. And I usually ask myself the following questions. What is the purpose of this scene? Which characters should appear in this scene? Should it be more visual or more internally-focused? What actually happens? How should I describe it? Thanks to this, I have a general plan, and I’m much more motivated to actually write instead of visualizing that scene in my head (we all know this, don’t we?).

Write. Then I write. I write whatever pops into my head. I don’t care if it’s logical. I don’t care how many times I use abruptly, saw, felt, etc. I just allow my imagination to create this story.

Notes. When I end my final little session, I usually leave some comments for myself. What’s going to happen next, what’s the next big thing I want for my characters, etc. Having these notes makes everything easier; I immediately know what I’m supposed to do.

Having fun. I don’t care about the word count, deadlines, or anything like that. I enjoy the process, and I’m always very grateful for everything I write. I actually have this cute/weird habit: Whenever I end my writing session, I say ‘thank you’. Out loud. (Yeah, awkward, huh?) Thank you for my amazing imagination which allows me to create places and people in my mind! This kind of approach always makes me happy and even more motivated for my next writing session.

[quotemadness]

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

Twyla Tharp (via quotemadness)

[buddhaismyhomeboy]

[irisheyesalwayssmiling]

[bluequestrian]

PanchoKuri 🏇🌝🎠🐎❤

[cowboy-life-deactivated20200425]

[writing-prompt-s]

Just a thought

Life and death are neighbors, but their after-work hours show their true sides: death’s furniture is overly plush and bright colours, a total softy, and Life is a goth punk who drives race cars after dark. Death owns a big soft fluffy cat, and Life has a grumpy skeletal animal of some sort. They are also best friends since childhood.

[quotemadness]

Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

Tyler Knott Gregson (via quotemadness)

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2870 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Swipe for Full Poem!  Also, Subscribe to the Podcast on Spotify or iTunes & hear these as spoken word poetry! Linkthing is in bio!*

If I wrote it on your hands, tattooed it permanent in stuttering script would it remind you, would it replant the seeds you dig up? If you saw it, as fingers go to face in the routine of each morning, would you recite it as gospel, and believe it with faith?  

You as you are,

written in ink sunken beneath left palm and fingerprint

enough

plain and true on the right.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2867 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Seed line first, swipe for the full poem.  Also, Psst, wanna hear me read these poems aloud?  Podcast is up on Spotify and iTunes and places, and the linkthing is in my bio.*

There were wings before, we carry no scars where they used to be, forgotten as we metamorphose in reverse.  

Started as holy things, we, though some say we’ve lost all that.

There is time for flight again, if we can lift one another,

and if nothing else we can trace our fingers where wings once were.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

[tylerknott]

I hope all your roads are windy ones, I hope they scare you, test you, excite you, and set you free. I hope they take you to places you’ve only dreamed of, I hope they wake you from the sleepwalking. I hope. . . . . . . #scotland #icu_scotland #hiddenscotland #ig_scotland #discoverscotland #visitscotland #tylerknott #tylerknottgregson #canon #instagood #photooftheday #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #love #chasersofthelight #skyecollective #skye #isleofskye #quiraing (at The Quiraing) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7tX2qDlSoU/?igshid=1f3do7847iplj

[virtuallyinsane]

[thingsiwant-nl]

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