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"I've sometimes thought my brain was very calm - frozen calm, this old skull cracks so, like a glass in which the contents turn to ice, and shiver it." - [Moby Dick] 30+ ♀️ This is a writing blog for novel inspiration. Early medieval era, poetry, trees.

[classichorrorblog]

Aliens (1986)

[comehellorhighwatertheywillwrite]

I recently went back to finish a fic that I started and abandoned 11 fucking years ago. That is completely insane.

[lvmimis]

it’s clench my thighs and think of his cock o’clock

[requiem-on-water]

Emilio Paranoico

[oozins]

[veliseraptor]

i am terminally A Sucker for characters who have a towering and generally earned ego about their own ability and absolutely no self-worth about themselves as a person at all. intoxicating combo.

[willgrahamscock]

reaching the point of hyperfixation where I can no longer engage with it due to the nausea that I experience at the mere thought of seeing it on my screen is the closest I’ve ever been to being diagnosed with female hysteria

[willgrahamscock]

“oh is this your favorite character from that show?” get that fucker away from me. I’m gonna be sick

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

ahem.

@rowanisawriter

[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[exeuntstormtroopers]

“Why would you stop in hell?” has changed my brain chemistry

[luna-azzurra]

If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.

[lambertcottage]

Paper memories tucked away for another time.

[medievalanchoress]

this February i began memorizing Neruda's Sonnet 17 as a gift to my sixteen year old self who was always dreaming of romance and i'd like to do a new poem every month x

[medievalanchoress]

the perfect poem for early March i think

[medievalanchoress]

[medievalanchoress]

so far: February: Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda March: Death Comes to Me Again, A Girl by Dorianne Laux April: Hail by Mary Szybist May's poem is from Rilke's Book of Hours

[willgrahamscock]

my losing dog and the winning dog are having a heated rivalry moment

[willgrahamscock]

[exhaled-spirals]

“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”

— John Muir, quoted in Samuel Hall Young‘s Alaska Days with John Muir 

[1anfal-deactivated20250516]

عم جنّ عليك.. عم بشتَئلك!

[ripe]

and all about the world is gold and green, dripping with laburnum and buttercups and the sweet stench of june. —sylvia plath.

[hedgehog-moss]

My last post made me wonder how the Latin verse "Animula, vagula, blandula" by Emperor Hadrian was translated in English (in French the Yourcenar translation phrases it as "little roaming, welcoming soul"), and I found this page with 43 versions and regardless of which one is more faithful I just love how translation makes 43 new poems out of 1 poem

[medievalanchoress]

@itisnotthesea 🤍🤍🤍

[blckgirlacid]

I need my weird alone time or I will explode