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Pin/Danny | 28 | they/them

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[whimsigothwitch-deactivated2026]

Whimsical guitars

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

has anybody heard of writing / knows anything about how to do it

[mrsterlingeverything]

Sex is when im in your head and youre in mine

[line-and-ink]

New painting - ‘howl’ acrylic on canvas

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[p0ltergeistsworld]

I can't describe how much I love this poem. I want to hug it.

[havingapoemwithyou]

Telemachus’ Detachment by Louise Glück

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[wovi]

[krispycl0uds]

This one resonated with me

[pinnithin]

Quick sketch of some characters from my novel in progress, The Lonely Valley, set in a fictional small town in New Mexico. Ramona, on the left, is the self appointed caretaker of a pack of supernatural wild dogs and Inez, on the right, is her ride-or-die best friend.

[pinnithin-writes]

[unspeakablearchives]

[lnfini]

CW: Skin-picking / dermatillomania, body horror, scratching, self-harm, mentioned animal death

They say that the best way to deal with acne is to leave it alone. Picking is viable to irritate your skin and leave permanent damage. The best practice is to let it heal naturally, so that scars don’t form.

this is a 100% true story about what it's like to have atopic dermatitis. the events recounted all happened to me in this exact order. reblog to be aware. if you or a loved one has atopic dermatitis, you may be entitled to financial compensation. #AtopicDermatitis #Skin

[starcut-sand]

When I was in college, my Creative Nonfiction professor would regularly have us do something she called "hotspotting" (she didn't know that this was already a term tbc) with our rough drafts. Basically, hotspotting is when you look at your draft and pick out your favorite sentence, or one of your favorite sentences--one that you're really proud of--and write it down in a blank sheet in a notebook. Not a new document, a physical notebook. (You are not allowed to use technology for hotspotting.) And then you set a timer for however long--like maybe ten to twenty minutes--and you elaborate. You treat that one sentence as if it's the opening sentence to a new draft, and you write from there, until the timer is up.

It sounds like a gimmick, but honestly, some of my best writing in that class came from hotspotting. Usually, the sentence you consider the "best" is the one that really gets to the heart of something you're trying to convey. In a rough draft, it tends to be that you're fumbling around a bit before you really hit on the heart of things. So with hotspotting, you're starting from a less fumbly place, which means you're able to dig into your subject in a much deeper and more precise way. It makes you feel like a surgeon, a little bit.

So I do recommend trying it, even just for fun, even if you think the rough draft you have is already good. You might surprise yourself with what you come up with! :)

[someforbiddenparadise]

The Writer's Technique in Thirteen Theses by Walter Benjamin (as appears in his 1928 treatise One-Way Street, in a section titled "Post No Bills")

[doctordune]

[canmom]

I've had trouble tracking down the original photographers, but these mostly appear to be pictures of the blast furnaces in Belgium (called things like Haut-Fourneau 4/6/B etc.); here are some other pictures of HFB, of HF4 Charlenoi, and some of HF6 Seraing, by other urban explorers. the first picture is probably cables for an arc furnace, I saw one Instagram post claim it was in Canada but it didn't seem to be the original.

[jeeyonshim]

an editor's job is to keep you humble

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[lotrmusical]

the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm

[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']

[memento-morri-writes]

can confirm this does fucking slap.

[the-insan1ty-clause]

oh yeah that fucking slaps

[drethelin]

Song of the Worm

Cook, Eliza (1818 - 1889)

THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain

In the field that is stored with its millions of slain;

The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,

With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.

The tower of ages in fragments is laid,

Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade;

And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave

Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.

Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet

Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet--

Oh! turn not away with the shriek of disgust

From the thing you must mate with in darkness and dust.

Your eyes may be flashing in pleasure and pride,

'Neath the crown of a Queen or the wreath of a bride;

Your lips may be fresh and your cheeks may be fair--

Let a few years pass over, and I shall be there.

Cities of splendour, where palace and gate,

Where the marble of strength and the purple of state;

Where the mart and arena, the olive and vine,

Once flourished in glory; oh! are ye not mine?

Go look for famed Carthage, and I shall be found

In the desolate ruin and weed-covered mound;

And the slime of my trailing discovers my home,

'Mid the pillars of Tyre and the temples of Rome.

I am sacredly sheltered and daintily fed

Where the velvet bedecks, and the white lawn is spread;

I may feast undisturbed, I may dwell and carouse

On the sweetest of lips and the smoothest of brows.

The voice of the sexton, the chink of the spade,

Sound merrily under the willow's dank shade.

They are carnival notes, and I travel with glee

To learn what the churchyard has given to me.

Oh! the worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain,

For where monarchs are voiceless I revel and reign;

I delve at my ease and regale where I may;

None dispute with the worm in his will or his way.

The high and the bright for my feasting must fall--

Youth, Beauty, and Manhood, I prey on ye all:

The Prince and the peasant, the despot and slave;

All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.