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KIROKAZE

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The Stonewall Inn

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TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
cherry valley forever

pixel skylines
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Not today Justin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Competitions, Prizes, Themed Subs & Anthology Call Outs
Lemon Jelly Press Open Looking for Micro-Booklets up to 300 Words Genre Any Simultaneous Subs yes Reprints no Together in the UK | Then & No
Submission Calls with Themes | List for Writers
Fruitslice Close 24th October Theme kill the part that cringes  Genre Fiction, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Visual Art & Hybrid Simultaneous Subs ?
Death on the Cherwell by Mavis Doriel HayÂ
Bursar Miss Denning, of Persephone college in Oxford, is found dead in a canoe by a group of students. The same group of girls that had crea
Opportunities for Writers
Sunday Mornings At The River Open Theme Capitalism Is A Death Cult Genre Poetry Simultaneous Subs no Reprints yes Chapstick Magazine Open Â
Hilda Matheson: A Life of Secrets and Broadcasts by Michael CarneyÂ
I loathe the need for furtiveness and secrecy. I find it incomprehensibly absurd. I have to keep reminding myself that it is considered anti
Re/Reading a book from my childhood: The Baby-Sitters Club Mystery #4 Kristy And The Missing Child by Ann. M. Martin
Then I asked him who was walking him home. âNo one,â he said. âMomâs with Laurel and Patsy. She said I could walk home by myself.â âYouâd be
Where to Submit your Creative Writing
Will This Be a Problem? Open 15th February Genre Speculative, Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Horror Fiction Simultaneous Subs ? Reprints no Victory Flami
Re/Reading a book from my childhood: The Baby-sitters Club #35 Stacey And The Mystery Of Stoneybrook By Ann M. Martin
âOur imaginations again?â she asked in a small voice.I just shook my head, bewildered. Why had we ever come back to this place? Something ve
That's it. That's the dream. I'm almost mad that that's the dream.
That's half the dream. The other half is being fairie fucking godmother to everyone on the planet.
See, I had 100k for a hot minute. Doesn't matter why. But for nearly a calendar year, I picked up the tab every chance I got, i lavished people with gifts, I took a friend to Greece, I paid for healthcare for myself and a few other people, for lawyers to help someone get out of an abusive marriage, Christmas presents for a single mom of 3.
It felt incredible. Just to take away the worry and say, "I've got you." Instacart groceries to a grieving friend of a friend across town. Pay the unexpected car repairs. Gift a young artist a yearlong subscription to Procreate.
That's why I'll never understand billionaires. If you could fix it, if money could actually make even one life better, why would you not do it? Even just for the kick? Hell, i don't care if it feeds your ego. Be Tony Stark, be Superman, idgaf. When you'll never be able to spend all that you have, even if you some up every damn day like it was your job, if you could end world hunger six times over for the price of a social media company, why wouldn't you just DO IT?
I don't have a coherent conclusion to this, except that if I ever meet Jeff Bezos, I'll beat him to death with my bare fists.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
Psychological research is clear: when people procrastinate, there's usually a good reason
good read for teachers.
[âŠ] When a person fails to begin a project that they care about, itâs typically due to either a) anxiety about their attempts not being âgood enoughâ or b) confusion about what the first steps of the task are. Not laziness. In fact, procrastination is more likely when the task is meaningful and the individual cares about doing it well.
Iâve been yelling this for years
Hi yall, author of the piece here. Medium instituted a pay wall so here is a link to access it for free:
But unseen barriers do
The amount of time and trial and error that happens between when you realize you need to change and when you actually start digging your heels in and making those changes is often literal years which is so crazy cause we can know something for so long and refuse to let it sink in when we know it will deeply disrupt our lifestyles and comforts/crutches so it just prevails for so much longer than we could ever imagine even when we realized so long ago what was wrong we just back pedal when we are scared until something just cracks and we feel ready
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My early 20's was really me like "I WISH I had the time to eat healthy, sleep, and work out but I just have too many other important things in my life right now" meanwhile I was emotionally absent, disassociating from stress and lack of sleep and nutrition, and totally abandoning myself for an idealized version of me I thought I could become simply by force and willpower
Insane to reflect on like....if you don't take care of yourself you actually CANT show up for anything you love or want
Why doesn't anyone teach us that
but how do you do it if you have no free time
You stop treating it like a luxury and start prioritizing it like it's just as important as your most pressing responsibility - because it is
âOh, living is so uncomfortable. Everything presses in: the body demands, the spirit never ceases, living is like being weary but being unable to sleep â living is upsetting. You canât walk around naked, either in body or in spirit.â
â Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life
âYouâre fucked⊠You thought you were going to be someone, but now itâs obvious youâre nobody. You havenât got as much talent as you thought you had, and there was no Plan B, and you got no skills and no education, and now youâre looking at forty or fifty years of nothing. Less than nothing, probably. Thatâs pretty heavy.â
â Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
I loved this book when I was a teenager. Haven't read it in years.
'every story a portal to some new shore, characters that, for some time, would be your closest friends, their thoughts and feelings, fears you know better than your own,'
âWe are all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?â â Doctor Who reading has always made me hungry in a hurry, i would hardly pau