seen from United States
seen from Tunisia
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from South Korea
seen from Indonesia
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Sweden
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Canada
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“Me, Us, and Them”
Like a repainted canvas,
a work forever undone,
you paint yourself over and over
in an unconscious continuous rhythm.
Layer over layer of contrasting colors and shades of which all unearth a differing picture.
And as the orange palette of dusk injected onto the salty H2O,
you are infused
and molded
and given new dresses to wear.
(original poem by me 🙈)
L’amore è quando guardi una persona e ti si luccicano gli occhi,
L’amore è voler conoscere tutto su di lei, hobby, famigliari, passato, etc,
L’amore è voler condividere le emozioni,
L’amore è fidarsi dell’altra persona,
L’amore è non stancarsi mai dell’altro,
L’amore è voler passare il maggior tempo possibile con quella persona,
L’amore è non riuscire a concentrarsi perché si sta pensando al momento in cui ci si incontrerà,
L’amore è tante cose,
un battito d’ali, le farfalle nello stomaco, la felicità, la tristezza condivisa, essere pazzi insieme, intimità, scoperta,...
L’amore è tutto questo,
ma tutto quello che senti,
lo senti per cento.
There’s nothing quite like that feeling of devastation when you get so into a fanfic only to realize it hasn’t been updated in like years. But comment anyway, let that writer know how much joy their work caused.
When you’re on your third rewrite and you know everything about your own book and the magic is gone in your mind
You and you’re character when you accidentally make your character say something too sassy!
When you’re thinking about killing a character but decide against it
How you imagine your characters when you know they just finished a sick burn on the villain
