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Why, hello, there!

It is I, Ives, and this is my writing blog!

A blog for only my writings, because my main blog for writing, @itisiives , has been overrun with memes and shitposts and rants, and I needed a way to make finding my writings easier and less messy. So though I will still post writings to my main blog, I'll be reblogging them here!

So, the basics:

- Likes writing. Am currently working on an interracial WLW romance novel.

- Has some works published (Spilled Milk, Motel 8, and "Thistle" in the Janus Literary magazine)

- Likes reading (Faves are fantasy, LGBTQ romance -- or any LGBTQ rep, really -- poetry, memoirs, and scifi)

- Likes PC games (currently in love with Life Is Strange and coercing my friends into playing it)

- Likes YouTube commentary videos like Strange Aeons, Zachary Michael, D'Angelo Wallace, Jarvis Johnson, and Tom Harlock

- Am a university student. Halfway to my Bachelor's! (follow my academic endeavors at @youneedtostudyives )

If any of that sounds interesting to you, then let's be mutuals! I'll follow from my main blog.

My social media:

Twitter: itisi_ives

TikTok: it.is.i.ives

Instagram: itisiives

Tribel: itisiives

YouTube: Ives Phillips

The grass might not be all that green on the other side, but damn, do I need it more than this pavement.

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In a Memphis coffee shop

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Whoever thought that the conflict between Israel and Philistine is on the land, just walking in darkness.

The curse of the firstborn's blessings ☠️

♦ Ismael was Abraham (the father of our nation) firstborn's son from the maid Hagar. Yet Ismael He did not receive the blessing of the firstborn . The one who received the blessing was his brother Yitzchak ben Sarah who received the blessing of birthright. We are guessing that he did not sit down and clap his hands in applause for Yitzchak who received the blessing instead. Ishmael created the seeds of jealousy.

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♦Next Isaac. Got twins. Isau & Jacob. Again the blessings awarded to Jacob that stole the blessings from his brother and since stealing the first born blessings was considered as a death wish Jacob escaped to Midian Reagan for 40 years.

We guess that isau didn't cheer for his brother Jacob for doing that, therefore isau was the one to plant the jealousy seed that quickly developed into a giant tree. An Envy tree.

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The last story focuses on all of us the world's families as whole, the core of a group, and this group story was led by the firstborn's as a fuckt* that cannot be revoked or changed and The rest of the brothers received it with love or with jealousy and envy and common to all, they all live with it . The firstborn was the one who received the birthright blessing, it was Yehuda who was born first. But suddenly all the brothers saw a small problem that became very troubling when their younger brother, the eldest, was born to Jacob and the love of his life, Rachel. He, Yosef, without blinking, would go with his ten brothers to Jacob and Leah's house, and tell everyone about dreams that their morals leaves no room for imagination, which is heard by the brothers that he is Yosef, the eldest of Rachel's family, thinking about usurping the birthright. That's the lowly dwarf Immediately all the brothers organized to protect Yehuda's birthright, they grabbed the dwarf Yosef stripped him and Shimon said let's begin to spread his rosie wide guys! leave his ass along you freaking homosapiens Yehuda shouted at him. We are going to sell the dreamer to be a slave to the rest of his entire dreamy life. And what we would tell Dad said Issachar? We will say to Father Jacob that he was eaten by a predatory animal. And the money we receive will buy a camel or a Marlboro!? We Love the idea cried all the brothers in unison

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Unbearable

You are unbearable

In a way that I want to bite your bottom lip

To see if they taste as strawberry as they look

In a way that I look into a bookstore's window

And laugh at your pretentious love of

Embossed leather bound journals, like the one on the display

In a way that I try to place a song I've randomly hummed

Only to remember it because you keep belting it

In the shower while you use all the hot water to rinse your hair dye

In a way that I force forkfuls of the meat pie you've burnt in my maw

And resign myself to the loss of sweaters

And the presence of little birds with broken wings

You are unbearable in that

I have no money to buy you that journal,

Or the joy in my voice to sing that song like I'm praising a kinder god

I can only stomach food made by other hands

But they don't feel like home, they don't know how to make it like you do

You are unbearable in that

I know where you keep my sweaters, because I creep in

To drink your perfume and have my universe centered.

I cannot bear to kiss you, through it all, and break the mysticism if I knew

You don't taste like the sweetest fruit.

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Couldn't Be Better

This is to us

And how we live our life like a dream

(A torn tee shirt stuffed in my mouth

To muff out my screams)

Especially to you, with your body like marble carved

And you've lived this long because you've never starved

(Since you dine on my miseries like a queen

With your lacquered-lipped smile to end scene)

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Occasionally, I'd remember that I need to do some actual work for my novel writing outside of writing novels.

To try to get back to a project that I've left for too long, I'm plotting with index cards! (Well, technically, they're scrap cardstock for scrapbooking because why spend extra money when you have these?) I don't know why, though, because I now want to work on another novel, an interracial romcom set in S. Korea.

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Someday, I'll come back to you, my dear Mechaniclise.

Someday...