a wanderer drowning in concrete

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Personal Website Launch

Hi everyone! I have a piece of exciting news - I’ve launched a personal website for my poetry called “stone by stone”! It can found at http://chasingspaces.me/

On it, I have a portfolio where I’ve organized my best pieces of poetry in an easy-to-read manner with the ability to comment on each piece. I also have gathered all of the publications I’ve been featured in over the years so that you can check out their work as well as mine. This is also the place to go to check out any future poetry books that I publish. Lastly, there’s an option at the bottom of each page to subscribe to my newsletter where you can stay up to date with all of my current and future endeavors.

This change has come about for many different reasons - one of which is that as I start to take my writing more seriously and look to submit pieces to publications or publish my own work, having a professional looking portfolio can make all of the difference. Also, as Tumblr is declining through its policy updates and just general changes to the platform, I wanted to host my writing on a space independent of platform. This does mean that I will be on Tumblr less than I have been in the past, instead focusing my time and attention on this website. (though most of you have probably already noticed this). So if you could reblog this to share the word throughout the writing community, I would greatly appreciate it.

Thank you all for your support over the years, and I hope you all will continue with me to the next leg of my writing journey.

TL;DR: I’ve launched a new website and you all should check it out and subscribe to my newsletter!

[ofwoodsandwaves]

Contact info

I guess everyone’s doing this and maybe nobody will leave or maybe in 3 months half the users will leave because the algorythms will suck, so here we go:

Twitter @ hearthewoods

AO3 @ lethally

Pinterest @ ofwoodsandwaves

Discord @ Ruby #4596

If we’re long time mutuals, send me a message for my email, instagram account or whatsapp

[ofwoodsandwaves]

Contact info

I guess everyone’s doing this and maybe nobody will leave or maybe in 3 months half the users will leave because the algorythms will suck, so here we go:

Twitter @ hearthewoods

AO3 @ lethally

Pinterest @ ofwoodsandwaves

Discord @ Ruby #4596

If we’re long time mutuals, send me a message for my email, instagram account or whatsapp

[discardedtwigs]

A word to the waves

Hey, anyone still following this old thing? 

I probably lost a lot of people along the way with my silence, and I wouldn’t blame them, but I’m trying to find my way back to my feelings again. 

For a long time now, I’ve been pretty numb, it’s hard for me to give my 100% to a job that I don’t like, and find any energy left for myself. 

The only thing I’ve found that allowed me to feel was to submerge myself in Critical Role and for four hours a week I felt joy, sorrow, I laughed and I cried, and at the end of those four hours I felt the numbness overcome me again, except for that tiny part of me that was eagerly waiting for the following week. 

I guess I’m telling you all that because I want to feel again, and the best way I know how to do that is to write, so I will try to write again, stumbling for words that will probably sound heavy and awkward to you, so bear with me along this journey to my self. 

Also, I’ve been pretty out of touch with the writing world, so if you’ve got some books or poems you wanna rec me, I’d very much appreciate that. Poetry prompts will also be appreciated beyond measures. 

To end this, I’ll ask you if you’ve listened to Hozier’s new song Shrike, and if you did, what did you feel? I know he released an entire new EP but I’m trying to take my time and enjoy his new songs one by one. 

Shrike made me feel multiplied, like all the different pieces of me had suddenly become their own person and everything I felt was tenfold, all the love and the yearning and longing, it overwhelmed me until it felt endless and yet bound to my body. Perhaps that was a glimpse of the divine? All I know is I think it changed me, in ways I have yet to understand. 

Have you ever felt like you were part sea and part sorrow?

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We die with the Moon — Linn D.

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We die with the Moon — Linn D.

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We die with the Moon — Linn D.

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We die with the Moon — Linn D.

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We die with the Moon — Linn D.

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Someone’s Never Again is Linn D.’s first chapbook, a collection of 5 poems about building yourself back up from the rumble and trusting that you will grow. Welcome on this wlw poet’s journey to the present.

Buy the book here — Goodreads

[discardedtwigs]

i remember the weight of the sun the heavy smell of rot and dirt the silence before and after

your eyes so bright as they pleaded for help, then for another chance, then for a quick and painless end

the smell of burning flesh haunts me to this day i wonder if i inhaled part of you and i don’t know if the thought disgusts me or comforts me that you live in me now

you called me monster once, but as the  earth turned on itself, you gave me other names i remember those names and i remember mourning

but i can’t remember your smile, or the way you held your fork, the song you hummed as you dressed, the voices you used for the dragons and the princesses

i can’t remember the way you said my name, yet sometimes i turn around, expecting you to be there

and you aren’t.

won’t you live again? — Linn D.

[discardedtwigs]

i remember the weight of the sun the heavy smell of rot and dirt the silence before and after

your eyes so bright as they pleaded for help, then for another chance, then for a quick and painless end

the smell of burning flesh haunts me to this day i wonder if i inhaled part of you and i don’t know if the thought disgusts me or comforts me that you live in me now

you called me monster once, but as the  earth turned on itself, you gave me other names i remember those names and i remember mourning

but i can’t remember your smile, or the way you held your fork, the song you hummed as you dressed, the voices you used for the dragons and the princesses

i can’t remember the way you said my name, yet sometimes i turn around, expecting you to be there

and you aren’t.

won’t you live again? — Linn D.

[discardedtwigs]

i remember the weight of the sun the heavy smell of rot and dirt the silence before and after

your eyes so bright as they pleaded for help, then for another chance, then for a quick and painless end

the smell of burning flesh haunts me to this day i wonder if i inhaled part of you and i don’t know if the thought disgusts me or comforts me that you live in me now

you called me monster once, but as the  earth turned on itself, you gave me other names i remember those names and i remember mourning

but i can’t remember your smile, or the way you held your fork, the song you hummed as you dressed, the voices you used for the dragons and the princesses

i can’t remember the way you said my name, yet sometimes i turn around, expecting you to be there

and you aren’t.

won’t you live again? — Linn D.

[discardedtwigs]

i remember the weight of the sun the heavy smell of rot and dirt the silence before and after

your eyes so bright as they pleaded for help, then for another chance, then for a quick and painless end

the smell of burning flesh haunts me to this day i wonder if i inhaled part of you and i don’t know if the thought disgusts me or comforts me that you live in me now

you called me monster once, but as the  earth turned on itself, you gave me other names i remember those names and i remember mourning

but i can’t remember your smile, or the way you held your fork, the song you hummed as you dressed, the voices you used for the dragons and the princesses

i can’t remember the way you said my name, yet sometimes i turn around, expecting you to be there

and you aren’t.

won’t you live again? — Linn D.

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eliot’s school fund help

Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who has supported me so far. I’m still far from the goal to get my tuition fee. I’m still working very hard here, and doing my best because whatever is the result, at least I wanna be sure it was not that I didn’t try hard enough.

I’m so grateful for everyone’s support so, I’ve decided that if you donate (whatever amount) I will write you something. Please come into my inbox and leave me your request.

my YOUCARING

Even if you can’t donate, if you could help me spread this far and wide, I’d be forever grateful. Thank you, and may your day be nothing short of wonderful!

[ramonameisel]

Today is the day of the triumphal entry of Jesus in Jerusalem. As it marks the day the story in Absolution starts, I thought I’d make a giveaway to win one free pdf copy of Absolution once it will be released on the 1st April.

Rules - reblog this post to enter, likes don’t count - must follow me and my main blog @ibuzoo - must be comfortable to share your email so I can send the free pdf

The giveaway ends on 31st March, 23:59 CET. I will draw one winner the day after and send you the pdf as attachment. You have 24 hours to answer my ask/IM or the prize will go on to the next winner.

[lavenderfables]

"persephone: ceberus is in college. im lonely." I LOST IT ALICE OH MY GOD

okay but like. 

imagine this giant three headed dog in the seat next to your in a lecture. 

you strike up an awkward conversation, because the poor boy takes up like four chairs and it’s your first year. you might as well befriend the giant dog with three heads.

soon, you find yourself listening to them talk all about their family and the underworld and monsters. 

next thing you know, you’ve been invited over for dinner during the semester break.

hades: so, what’re you planning to do with that degree?

ceberus: dadddd

hades: i was just asking! i’m sure they don’t mind. you don’t mind, do you?

you, sweating: no, mr hades, sir. i don’t mind at all, sir [grabs at the pomegranate bowl]

persephone, snatching the bowl of pomegranates from you: no, no, sweetie. those are for the adults. you don’t want any of those.