#writerinthemaking

[themodelscoach]

“ When a friend leaves, there remains an empty space, that you cannot fulfill with the upcoming of a new friend’’ -Alberto Cortés, hispanic author and singer, free translation- In this snow full moon, I am grateful for my real friends and wish those who don’t know what this means, for life to give them the chance to get to know what real friendship and soul family and forgiveness and loyalty and soul families mean... because we are all branches of the same trees of soul families... #nelmoschetto #writerinthemaking #writersofinstagram #writersblock #wordsofaffirmation #wordshurt #wordswordswords #wordsoftheday #quotestoremember #friendshipquotes #friendslove #realfriendsarerare #somethingtothinkabout #quotestothinkabout (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuGpxcbBY7T/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ryl9hy8eh65y

[vannminner]

This weeks episode of ‘True Life- I’m a Struggling Author’ When FF takes you back in its loving arms, but then you realize your independent works aren’t getting as much attention...

[mia-nova]

[locsofmine]

She told me... Fuck her deeply The last man only felt what I opened up That i couldn't reveal my layers of endearment because he couldn't handle my beauty Only my thickness made him swole Between the sheets of orgasms few erotic memories of enhoyment hit the walls She screamed as she cream onto him but crave more She wanted to be from being in connection with his erection and not just another explosion from angles of bliss She's not chocolate but a river of life That ever flowing ride of letting emotiona become raindrops of love... #writing #seduction #affection #poetrycommunity #indielove #writerinthemaking

[nibeditas-world]

Stay

The other day, I saw you

I saw your picture with someone else,

You were smiling while looking at her,

As she was absorbed in playing with the puppy

I always longed for your, that look for me

But maybe you did smile

When I was looking away like her,

Maybe it never occurred to you

The way you feel about her.

The more I see, the more I feel betrayed

Betrayed by my heart, and fingers,

Which runs back to check that photo again

And stare it for as long as I can see.

Then when I put it aside

And lie on the cold floor,

Staring at the circling fan,

I slowly close my heart’s door.

I cry,

I wait for the tears to dry.

There is an addictive catalyst, that floats in lone places,

The more you stay, the more it makes you feel wanted.

[madsmile]

This September started out differently, your memory didn't run me over like a bus, as it usually does... instead it came slowly and in little things like a soft summer wind. That’s why I like being haunted by you, and your constant reminder that life has its ups and downs, but is sure as hell worth fighting for.

Usual September thoughts

[just-another-naysayer]

“I could express my love for you in all languages and you still won’t love me as much as I do.“

@just-another-naysayer

[imawritermom]

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