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If you ever feel like you can’t breathe. Breathe to this.

[fyp-psychology]

33 Unusual Tips to Being a Better Writer

via James Altucher

Back in college, Sanket and I would hang out in bars and try to talk to women but I was horrible at it.

Nobody would talk to me for more than thirty seconds and every woman would laugh at all his jokes for what seemed like hours.

Even decades later I think they are still laughing at his jokes. One time he turned to me, 

“the girls are getting bored when you talk. Your stories go on too long. From now on, you need to leave out every other sentence when you tell a story.”

We were both undergrads in Computer Science. I haven’t seen him since but that’s the most important writing (and communicating) advice I ever got.

33 other tips to be a better writer:

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[did-you-know]

“I knew what it was like to be hurt,” she said. “The many times that that happened, I wish someone would have stood up for me.”

“But violence is violence - nobody deserves to be hurt, especially not for an idea.”

“For the most part, people who hurt… they come from hurt. It is a cycle. Let’s say they had killed him or hurt him really bad. How does [his] son feel? Does he carry on the violence?”

At the time, she was 18 years old.

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meeting my buzz

[fyp-psychology]

The 15 Types of Verbal Abuse in a Relationship

According to Patricia Evan’s book, The Verbally Abusive Relationship, there are 15 type of verbal abuse, which can happen within a relationship. The information below is both revealing and eye opening. Did you know that something as forgetting is a sign of abusive behavior? It demonstrates neglect, whether it is intentional or unintentional. We urge everyone to educate themselves on these next 15 harmful acts.

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[lqhsedits-blog]

3.14.17

Remember the difference between what's normal and what's average.

[wildfairy]

I write poems about flowers but can’t manage to keep any alive. I spent a whole summer when I was fifteen not going to bed until the sun was up because I thought the dark was trying to eat me. Even now, when I bleed, I expect demons to seep out. My days are arranged by color; my brightest moments are always shimmering in pink. I’ve cried at too many sunsets and not enough sunrises. I don’t live anywhere near the water and can’t swim so I’m always falling in love with boys on the west coast. I collect song lyrics instead of stamps. I won’t be content with my body until it’s covered in ink and I don’t mind looking at it in a mirror. Home still feels like just another empty word I don’t fit into. I’ve never broken a bone and I guess that’s my consolation price for a jumbled mind. At twenty-one I’m still too small for most roller coasters, but can still fit on most swing sets. These days I sleep with lavender and blueberry incense on my pillow to try and keep the nightmares away. My heart is always straining against my rib cage, and I think one of these days it might liquefy and spill right through the cracks.

MY HONEST POEM, angelea l.

(After Rudy Francisco)

[lqhsedits-blog]

it's been 5 years and i'm stilling falling.

[sunsoakedthoughts]

How dare you stand there on the shore with your feet in the water and tell the mermaid she doesn’t understand its pull. How dare you shed a single tear over a toe in the same water she learned to breathe in. Months went by as she thrashed beneath the surface, and you never so much as held out a hand. Never pulled her water soaked body out from under the waves, or dove below yourself in a fit of raging valiance. No, you threw her overboard and then stood and watched. So how dare you stand ankle deep in this ocean and tell her your feet are cold. How dare you speak to her like she doesn’t understand, like you’re some tragic martyr for getting wet sand on your flip flops. She grew gills. She grew gills, and you haven’t even gotten your knees wet.

she grew gills // c.r.h. (via thesocietyofpoets)

[lhzthepoet]

Take your gods and give them weakness. Let the pain make them human.

they will hate you for it // L.H.Z (via thesocietyofpoets)

[jericosilvers]

[poetryandthesea]

In a world that is determined by hate and calculation, defined by rationalism and cynicism, it is a rebellious act to fall for someone head over heels, to love them with everything you have and choose heart over mind.

// dauntless j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

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im tired