#d.l.

[buritochacito]

YEEEY!

Just some Doodles for ya!♡

Bon appetit

[halalvagyamvan]

Mióta elmentél,minden megváltozott bennem, nem találom az utam,nincsen semmihez kedvem! Egyedül érzem magam,mindig bámulom az eget hátha vissza hoz hozzám,mert nem voltunk együtt eleget!

[nanowrimo]

Camp Pep: Your Words Have Power

We’re about to hit the two-week mark for Camp NaNoWriMo this April. How’s your project coming, writers? Today, NaNoWriMo  participant D.L reminds us of the power of our words and the responsibility to choose them wisely:

Words are magical. 

Think about it. Twenty-six symbols. Twenty-six symbols that make up hundreds of thousands of words. Think of the feelings, the life and death that these words can bring. Think of the memories, the lives changed. Words can destroy worlds. They can build gods. They can create heroes. Words can kill. And words can save. We all know the impact of words. We’ve felt their barb and their kiss.

Often times we ignore them. They’re mundane, commonplace. Yet we also praise them. Books, stories. We seek the words of celebrities and politicians.

Think of all the power words bring. Think of the chaos that Hitler sowed. Think of the peace Gandhi brought. Words tear people apart, and words bring people together.

It’s easy to lose the words when you pull three all-nighters trying to reach your 50,000 word goal. Trust me, I’ve been there. In the early hours of the morning, trying to claw the words out of your head and piece together semi-coherent sentences. The hundreds of thousands of words are condensed to three and that one word that’s on the tip of your tongue… What was it again?

Writing becomes a chore. Often times it’s painful to push on, and the stories collect dust on the top shelf in your closet.

But when you can find the words, you remember why you write. Watching the seeds of the story grow and blossom out of the paper, ink bleeding into reality. Creations created in silence explode with an intensity you couldn’t have imagined. The waves pounding in your skull finally burst free, and your story is carried atop the crests. 

“The words are yours. You have the power that they bring. I guess the real question is, what are you going to do with it?”

Unfortunately, those moments are rare. Especially when you’re forcing yourself to sit down and write for a month on end. Personally, I live for those moments. The hours of head-slamming and squinting at the wall are worth the fifteen seconds of the puzzle pieces sliding into place, that satisfaction of writing something that you’re proud of.

So, at three in the morning, staying awake on an ungodly concoction of coffee and energy drinks, remember that you’re putting yourself through this for a reason. You aren’t just writing words, you’re writing your story. Your story. You created this world, these characters. You hold the strings to an intricate puppet show, and you can carry them anywhere you can imagine. The words are yours. You have the power that they bring. I guess the real question is, what are you going to do with it?

D.L. is amateur writer working on several different stories. They like Dungeons and Dragons, anime, and a large array of strange music. When they aren’t writing, they can be found at the ice rink, trying and failing to practice jumps. Podcasts and dreams are constant sources of inspiration.

Top photo by Aditya Saxena on Unsplash.

[ask-lanios]

Who is Lanioses GF (girl friend )????

 D.L. you know you are my girl. Hope we see us sometime again.

[kpopgroupsreact]

Thank you all for being so patient! Just a little while longer and I’ll be pumping out those requests! Promise! <3 Stay healthy and happy everyone! Enjoy some more good music and awesome choreooooooo.

[derelict-life]

Sing the day out

Warble above rattle and hum Cheer weary faces, daylight gone. Home to love, home to be loved, Or to emptiness, loss and ghosts above. Sing, be it woe or festive weal Smooth over stress lines, render and heal Let it rinse out the scorched cold air From blue-black hand, from laborer's wear. Yes, the day is done and work is over Meet eyes, hold hands, we sing together: Build on, sweet world, spin and build on But don't follow me home — stay out — be gone! d.l.

[halalvagyamvan]

Nem akarok többet szomorú lenni miattad, de nem megy...

[halalvagyamvan]

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