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@nostringsonme91
need fantasy writeblrs to follow!
hello! im looking for more fantasy writers to follow. please reblog this if you write fantasy and post about those wips.
bonus points if your project includes:
religion
gods
angry women
dark worlds
fleshed out villains
creepy forests
but even if your fantasy wip has none of these things, id still love to follow you. so give this post a reblog and ill follow you, and if im already following you, pls consider boosting this post.
Laqeer k Faqeer
Still I can't,
wrap my head around the fact,,
That I can never be the same,
Still I cant,
wrap my head around the fact,
that I can't even feel pain,
Take a knife,
cut across the skin,
see the blood but feel nothing,
Take a chord,
wrap around my neck,
till I'm no longer breathing,
I see no way out,
a way out from here,
I can't see the light of day,
The shackles binding me,
keeping me from breaking free,
all i see is shades of grey
The Illusion
So naive, thought things would be the same,
Stupid to think that there won't be a blame game,
You give everything to somebody all in vain,
you're left with nothing but your own name,
Back to the drawing board,
who's gonna fix this broken chord,
Don't think I have it in me to start over,
thought only way forward was to move close,
how naive, never should have opened up,
should have known full disclosure ain't my cup,
I'm the guy who keeps to himself and expects nothing in return,
just go with the flow, watching the wheels turn,
this life isn't for me and I'm always gonna ruin it all,
this the type of thing that makes you feel so small,
this the time you realize you should never change
cuz when you do you open the door to hurt and pain,
I'm done suffering, I'm through with the hurt,
I'm no longer making the effort to make things work,
It began shiny make you think you struck gold,
now the illusions broken and you're laughing at how things unfold
I'm a sinner pt 2
got the whole thing screwed backwards,
when it's a crime to admit what hurts,
keep the pain hid till you roll me out in a black hearse,
ironic ain't it,
y'all want people to speak up, but that thought is tainted,
every chance you get, you gon' run from it,
run away from the broken,
run away from out spoken,
run away from the damaged,
run away before you get caught with the savage,
cuz you fear what you can't understand,
now here we go again, and raise your hand,
I'm a sinner
Hi, I'm a sinner by choice,
motivated by dreams of driving a rolls royce
dedicated to develop a villainous scheme,
culminating in a sinner making more green,
it's evident, I'm hell bent,
on making all of my woes, past tense
you can never catch me under any false prestense,
cuz I'm living like royalty, now pause, for suspense,
now bring the beat back up,
from the bottom to the top, pull my seat back up,
I'm in the fast lane, with my foot on the gas,
making claim for the fame like nobody ever has,
Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*
My blog:
on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadn’t made the connection between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit i’ve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who haven’t made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything they’ve made. and that fucking sucks.
Reminder to go into your settings and turn off ‘Best Stuff First’ because my activity’s tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.
You WILL miss content with that setting on.
i ain’t joking when i say that my activity looks JUST like this too and i wasn’t sure why
I can only find the option on the app under Settings > Dashboard Preferences.
To support content creators do us a favour and turn off “Best stuff first”. Open the tumblr app (Android or iOs) and go to “Settings > Dashboard Preferences. And please reblog this post, so that everybody will see this. Thank you very much!
I assumed I just wasn’t writing very well, but maybe it’s not just me.
Am I supposed to pay to get my writing in front of followers now?
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled sci-fi content because this is important for app users, and it sucks. We all follow blogs because we want to see their content, not to have a crappy algorithm decide what’s best.
This blog is down approximately 80%, which doesn’t affect me other than as an annoyance (as this is a hobby and @okayto is small-ish) but the issue undoubtedly hurts others.
Below are instructions for turning it off. You have to do it individually–it doesn’t matter if a blog you follow turns it off, you’ll still be affected unless you do the same.
We don’t normally reblog PSAs, but this is very clearly affecting us, too! If you haven’t been getting your daily dose of RPG humor, this setting is probably why. Turn it off so you can see all the silly shit players say!
Thaaaaat’s why my notes have been dead lately. Please turn this off.
Well. This explains a lot.
My last week - 80%-90% drop off.
Interrupting your normal animal content to say same here, folks.
You know what to do lol
Gone are the days..
gone are the days, when I used to roam,
Gone are the times when I would miss my home,
Gone are the days, when I walked the cul-de-sac,
And I wonder now, If I could ever go back,
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See there were simpler times,
every day a treasure that would always be mine,
I couldn't fathom how things could never be fine,
it was a perfect small world, everything was in line,
then it changed, I lost my pops in the blink of an eye,
Even though I lived, I keep asking myself why?
Asking anyone who would listen, listen to me cry,
why I had to live the tragedy of being alive,
I was a 15 something kid who didn't understand the world,
and I had to weather every storm, brave every cold,
it's crazy how the cards that were dealt would unfold,
15 something kid shouldering the weight of the world,
moms never could see past the crumbling heap,
that her son had become, she couldn't see scars that were deep,
all she saw was a kid rebelling, not the silent weeps,
nor could she see the nightmares of my sleep,
I was alone and lost in a world that made no sense,
like anyone in my position I lived under false pretense,
laughter and smiles masked the pain so intense,
I walked through fire, to seem brave at my sanity's expense,
all the while knowing..
Gone are the days, when I used to roam,
Gone are the times, when I would miss my home,
Gone are the days, when I walked the cul-de-sac,
And I wonder now, if I could ever go back,
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You ask me if I'm crazy? Maybe,
eager to label me as somebody who's lazy,
most days making out of the bed is a victory,
thinking that the life I lived once is history,
been changing more times than the seasons,
everyday I have to find new reasons,
to walk this earth, I think I'm a heathen,
most days it's a win to breathe out and to breathe in,
Trying to hold on to what's left of me,
Even though I can't recognize, what I've grown to be,
things that I did, just trying to break free,
my life is an elaborate disguise of make believe,
all the while knowing..
Gone are the days, when I used to roam,
Gone are the times, when I would miss my home,
Gone are the days, when I walked the cul-de-sac,
And I wonder now, If i could ever go back
Not bad for a breakfast!
Unforgettable
When it comes to nights like this, when we sitting all alone and get to reminisce, thinking about our past and the future that's amiss, I could've sworn you and I were made timeless,
raise your glass, make a toast, we age like fine wine, no need to boast, and it's crazy out here, are we really doing this? it's incredible, it's our very own bliss,
we weren't even supposed to see the light, how can two wrongs like us feel so right? but we're doing alright ain't we? it's finally happening and it's all so crazy
I'm all for losing my all, losing my mind, if it means we stay together till the end of time, See you every morning when the sun comes up, till we in each other's arms and the lights go shut,
this is our world now, it's incredible, I want you to know that I know, you're unforgettable
GIULS’ BLOG AWARDS!
Hey y’all! A little while ago @sarahmariepardy came up with the brilliant idea of hosting blog awards, so I decided to borrow her idea and hosting our own awards! There will be only one category: Blog of 2017 because i’m a lazy fuck but everyone can participate! There will be two rounds: the first one where everyone can apply and they will get a number. Once I have all the nominees, I will select 20 random numbers and the winner blogs will have access to the second round, which is the one where people can vote for you! The rules are simple:
Follow me
Reblog this post, so I know you want to participate and you will get a number (likes count as bookmark)
Writing blogs are preferred but I won’t say no if you have a different type of blog! What are you going to win? Well….. eternal glory? An accomplishment you can brag about with your friends? You can ask me if you have a particular request and I’ll see what I can do about it!
So, I hope that you dig the ideas and that many of you will participate. Remember it’s just a game, so don’t take it too hard if you don’t win. You have till November 6 to reblog & apply. After that date, I will pick 20 random numbers and announce the blogs that winned the first round. I will use a random number generator, so the first round is just pure luck!
Love, Giuls
For the pursuit of winning :'D
Halloween Horror
Sweat is Pouring, Blood is Dripping,
Impressionable teenage minds get messed up, Witches be tripping,
You're witnessing part 2 the sequel,
But let take you back to the prequel,
psychotic mind, committed the worst of crimes,
I was this close to killing myself not once but two times,
I dream of murder, slaughtering everyone with a machete,
that includes all you weak crackers who thought of taking a swing at me,
when I was down I was kicked, thrown around but then you slipped,
and I've had the upper hand ever since,
gutting punk ass witches, here have a glimpse,
and I'll show you how insanely sick is my script,
got blood baths, massacres and shit,
screams are welcome, but you don't stand a chance,
no one can help 'em, so don't cover your face and take a glance,
split your fingers a bit and see for yourself,
beheaded bodies on the floor and trophies of heads on top of my shelf,
everywhere you go, there's no running away,
every door you unlock more bodies will block your way,
till you meet the same fate and join them on the floor,
so you wanna die from a gun or a dagger or chocked to death by an extension chord,
we cold blooded killers adorned in denim,
spit hot lava and ooze out venom,
the most diabolical deranged maniac you ever done see,
there's no escaping death and I'm on a killing spree,
bad meets evil, rendezvous with insane,
and the world will never ever, be the same,
man eating mosters feed on your mangled remains,
and I feed on your maggot infested brain!
All Black Everything - Inspired by Lupe Fiasco
Come one, come all, you’re cordially invited,
to a show so shambolic, no wonder we are not united,
divided into so many labels, it’ll get your blood boiling,
Ask about how good your country is, from the people who are toiling,
for their daily wages, not sure where they meal coming from,
when it’s all downhill, support your politicians all you want,
look into the eyes of a kid, forced to beg on the street,
but you’d rather wave your hand at them “go bother someone else, creep”
Extra! Extra! Read all about it,
Record-breaking attendance at the protest recorded,
Never before seen scenes, so much patriotism in the air,
not even 2 months passed, now almost nobody even cares,
back to same old, daily routines,
the common man’s hopes blown to smithereens!
keep your eyes closed long enough, and you can all pretend,
that the world you’re seeing now, won’t ever come to an end,
no matter our beliefs, we’re the same, we’re all breathing,
look into our chests, and see our heart’s beating,
does it really matter what’s the colour of my skin?
When all you see when you close your eyes is all black, everything!
Light me up
It’s true that only you are my heart’s desire even when I’m just blowing smoke you think I’m breathing fire I love you in a crazy way, and I hate the fact that my confidence is shaking every second that I’m away from you my heart is racing cuz I admit it I’m not strong I get scared of what might happen to you when I’m not there It’s crazy but I don’t know how else to express I’d have you under lock and key, cuz you're like a precious treasure chest even if I ever strike a match, it won’t ever be to set you on fire and I can never watch you burn, let alone watch the flames get higher but if my burning pleased you I’d spill gasoline all over myself and burn till there's nothing left except for a broken heart in an empty shell
The Struggle
It was bright outside, sun shining, couldn’t ask for more But little did I know what the day had in store For me, but soon it all became clear When those words were uttered, the ones that I got to hear That my life was changing, really turning upside down Like the floor that I was staring at kept spinning round and round I told him he was wrong, told him to stop lying But the word was out now, soaring high above the clouds flying Truth is even though I knew I wanted to keep living the lie Cuz it could prevent the tears from dropping, streaming down my eyes Don’t judge me it was beautiful, it kept all my hopes alive Like I already had planned out how my dad would teach me how to drive But where is he, don’t tell me he is gone, how the hell could he leave Oh well, Its days like these when I wish I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve
Has anybody seen the struggle? That I put up, to make it thru the day Once you look past the rubble You’ll find a man kneeling down to pray Breathe a little life into me I’m begging for your help O Lord Can anyone out there see? The pain hidden in every word
I was losing it, wandering aimlessly, I had no clue Of where I was heading, where to go or what to do And just as I was on brink of falling off a cliff I felt a hand on my shoulder not letting me slip You came to me, shining like the light at the end of the tunnel When I was looking down on the debris, trying to make sense of the rubble I begged you never to leave and yet I’m the one that tells you to go And despite the hurt, I appreciate the fight you put up to stick with me though But believe me when I say that this hurts me more than it could ever hurt you As crazy as it seems I swear that every single word of it is true Can’t you see what I’m dealing with, can’t you see that I am afraid Of getting close to anyone whose acquaintance I have made So pick me up when I fall, hold me close when I feel lost And try to bear the abuse that comes, cuz no matter how big the cost I don’t want to lose you, now that I can call you my own I know that I sound crazy but I have finally found a place where I belong
Has anybody seen the struggle? That I put up, to make it thru the day Once you look past the rubble You’ll find a man kneeling down to pray Breathe a little life into me I'm begging for your help O Lord Can anyone out there see? The pain hidden in every word
Super Cold Freestyle
Its super cold, the kind that makes you freeze, gets all in your bone, like a chilly breeze, don’t take that as literal, that’s not what I mean, I mean the world now, it’s like a bad dream
Ohh its super cold, and I cant feel my legs, they were moving before, now they’re like wooden pegs, I see the world, hardly seems safe now, no fear in the face, of the booms and pow!
There goes another headline, hundred more died, casualties of a war that, they don’t get to fight, how much longer are we, gonna just sit and watch, over here we’re drinking tea, over there they’re drinking scotch,
Yeah! We’ll do Anything, to make the pain less, when it’s not affecting us, no need to clean the mess, I know its easy to, blame somebody else, when was the last time, we looked at ourselves?
The reflection in the mirror is a tainted image, the blame is on you as well, of the people pillaged, the women raped and the children killed, you’re responsible, for all the blood that’s spilled,
Look at yourself again, from the eyes of a sinner, do you feel something, when you see a killer, or is it indifference, oh I bet it is, cuz we don’t feel nothing, how can you feel this!
It’s super cold, body numb, another soul that succumbed, this indifference has no escape, trapped in sleep, no one’s awake
Its super cold, I’m paralyzed, frostbitten now, blurry-eyed, I’m losing focus, cant tell whats wrong or right, It’s getting dark now, I think I lost this fight,
A Ray of Hope (Maybe)
I could've sworn life would turn out better than this,
But when we're kids, ignorance really is bliss,
But now we older and find it hard just to fit in,
everyday is like "press reset" let a new one begin,
And it's a cycle, one that we tryin to escape,
all the while perfecting a new face to fake,
best believe I know y'all can relate,
cuz everyone is fighting their own form of hate,
y'all fighting demons, but class is at 8,
no wonder it's a struggle for you to stay awake,
or you out there hustlin' that 9 to 5,
all the while you losing all the essence of being alive,
hear My words, lend me your ears,
I wanna tell you that you've got nothing to fear,
if you hear me now know that you're not alone,
so don't you hit that spliff, that land you in a no fly zone,
I know you wanna forget how the world makes you feel,
but drinking the pain away is no way to heal,
face your fears, fight your battles, vanquish your demons,
rise above all the hate, past all the vile heathens,
cuz one of these days, you'll manage to escape,
the tyranny and oppression of this thing called fate,
The Great Escape Did you ever stop and think, how exhausting it is to live a "normal" life. Depending on where you're born and to whom you're born to, life can be nothing short of a challenge. It is expected of you to walk, talk, act and dress a certain way. To think, feel and be a certain way, even if it is no where close to how you actually are. How tiring it is to lead a "normal" life, to avoid incident, to fit in with the masses and work tirelessly not to stand out, to not be different, to show the world that you're just like everyone else! Parents, teachers, elders and even friends, all working tirelessly to ensure that you're just another cog in the machine. God forbid you turn out different and actually want to be something different from the hum drum of daily routine. *GASP* You'll be surely labelled as crazy, a lunatic, a heretic, an anarchist, an architect of chaos who just wants to bring shame to the family name, who just wants to corrupt society. How exhausting it is to be normal. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise then, that most of us feel fake, hollow, empty and devoid of sincerity in our thoughts and actions. That we feel compelled to search for a deeper meaning as to why we are all here. Why we exist in this exact moment in time and not in some other if all that we are to be, is unremarkable, and ordinary and someone that doesn't stand out. What is there to separate us from John from 1970 who worked at clothing factory 9 to 5, and Abdul from 2017 who works at a clothing factory as well, 9 to 5, if not longer. Why are we all just cogs in an ever lasting machine, churning out beings doomed to serve a 9 to 5, no matter the time zone, to wake up to an alarm clock that is neither music to one's ear nor a relief from the mundane routine. To go serve a boss who may not even know your name, let alone remember you, all to be able to make enough, to get married, own a house or car or food to eat, or to put it simply, to exist. How tiring it is to be "normal". Is it any wonder then, that we the few seek an escape? An escape from the mundane, from the routine. An escape from having to put up a facade and just be. To exist how we were meant to and not how we are expected to. If indeed I was born to enjoy art, why can't I immerse myself in it, to drown in it and to truly live. We all need an escape, a reprieve from the painstakingly boring regularity of everyday life. Be it getting lost to the rhythm of your favorite melody, or being hypnotized by the vocalist of your dreams, whether you imagine yourself to be the protagonist in your favorite film, or dare I say it, your favorite villain, (no judgements here), whether that escape is in solitude or in the arms of a lover, whether you want to sing, dance, act, scream, run, play, dream, paint, think, or just get intoxicated to feel everything at once, or nothing at all, we all need an escape. Then why question others who seek, what we all do, just because it isn't the same form of escape. We all search for it and deep down we know it to be true, to be able to escape from the daily routine and indulge in the taboo, only for a moment, hoping that it bears no consequences on the lives we pretend to lead. There is no greater meaning left in life, than to search for such an escape, to be truly ourselves without fear of consequences. The Great Escape.
