#random words

[astronaut-offical]

I didn't know what to do, so I went to a random word generator to give me a word and-

Huh...

I'm making this a tag game :>

Just you and one word...

Interpret it however you want.

Random Word Generator

Generate random words, nouns, verbs, adjectives, letters, phrases, sentences or numbers to brainstorm and create new ideas at Random Word Ge

No pressure tags: @silly-little-arson-frog-offical @do-not-u-dare @velzote-velhi-azote-nitrogen @sandofficial @constellations-offical @apocalyptic-endings @darkness-offical @light-offical + anyone else :3

[aaja-pia-tohe-pyaar-du]

I'm jealous of people who grew up in homes where love was loud.

Where affection didn't have to lower its voice or look over its shoulder. Where it lived in the open; easy, abundant, unquestioned. The kind of love you didn’t have to earn or interpret…..just receive.

I grew up in an affectionate home too. But ours came in fragments.

In softened gestures.

In pauses.

In almosts.

Love was there; of course it was there. Just….quieter.

Folded into small acts instead of spoken out loud. Hidden in responsibilities, in routines, in things done rather than said. It existed, but never fully took up space. Never all at once.

And sometimes I wonder what it would have felt like to grow up inside a love that didn’t hold back.

A love that filled the room without hesitation so much that you never had to question if it was there.

[mr-munchies]

First attempt at animating with my mouse- pretty proud of it!

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

WORD CHALLENGE #18

I challenge you to use one, some, or all of these words in your next piece of writing:

blue

window

forest

letter

map

fell

glove

project

truth

found

[rhirily]

Time is not cheap.

There are great standards to be met,

Lofty expectations held before all

To be deemed worthy of it,

Standards most scarcely rise to see.

Yet over and over, I find

That I want nothing more than to,

With you,

Waste my time.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Misery loves a company of discarded petals.

A sidewalk story told in seconds passed beneath one's feet.

Turn around. Look down. And marvel for a moment.

Roses are red.

Concrete is gray.

Love is fleeting.

Or so they say.

[tizniz]

my coworker and I are talking about her newest book and she mentioned the mafia and now it has me thinking about Hollanov

Ilya goes back to Moscow when his father dies, obvs, but that’s when it’s revealed that his father also was running the mafia there. Alexei has been overlooked for the next leader because while Grigori had been trying to teach him, Alexei was showing no promise and so instead Ilya is named. but Ilya wants to keep playing hockey (and go back to Shane) and so when he his back, the mafia people are coming for him to get him to lead them and Ilya is so determined to keep Shane safe and away from it and so maybe he pulls back a bit? Shane doesn’t understand and keeps trying to push because he really likes Ilya and wants to explore this thing between them even though Ilya is pulling away. and then maybe something happens and Shane gets taken by rival people who hate Ilya being head of the mob and blah blah etc etc.

just some thoughts.