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[tumbleringquotes]

‘Both Sides Thinking’  by Hymn Wong

[devoting-waters]

Hermes breaking the fourth wall (draft of chapter 2 on what comes to our shores)

[somguythatshifts]

Writing prompt:

So basically the story follows a 24 year old, attractive, male, middle school teacher. After class he notices a chalk floating and writing something on the board. It's a ghost he finds out sooner or later and they fall in love communicating this way. Little does he know, this ghost is his great grandmother who died during childbirth. Anyways have fun with that!

[xwppcakee]

I'm thinking of something ethereal. Something like a river flowing into the deep dark woods, a path I'd happily follow. I'd put flowers in my hair and stars in my eyes and I'd wonder. I'd sing songs I can't understand and I'd speak unhurried because time would be mine to explore. I'd hug the trees and follow mysterious foot marks, I'd dance barefoot and nothing would hurt my feet. And even if I get hurt, that pain will never compare to living in the modern days.

-words I'm too afraid to think about.

[skyegatlandwrites]

Hey, does anyone want to read the first, super short, chapter of It'll Be Alright? I'm super excited about it and genuinely want to share it

[hunnyluv222]

Love is

…Love is the strength, and the weakness; It is the beauty, and the ugliness; It is the maturity, and childishness; It is the hope, and the achievement; It is the intelligence, and the ignorance; It is the innocence, and the beast; It is the pride, and the regret; It is the palpable need, and the complete fulfillment; It is the wishes, and the gratitude; It is the dream, and the reality; It is the passion, and the calm; It is the compassion, and the fight; It is the lyrics, and the song; It is the trust, and the fears; It is the Sunday, and the Monday; It is the question, and the answer; It is the thought, and the word; It is the pain, and the joy; It is the argument and the making up; It is a desert, and an ocean; It is terribly complicated, but it is simple; It is aching, but it soothes; It is enduring, but it is fragile; It is raw, yet so refined It is generous, but has to be selfish It is freeing, as it binds It is honest, while it lies; It makes me rich, though I am poor; It surprised me, while predicting my future; It burns hot, though it is cold outside; Love is… Everything​ I see reflected back about me, when I dare to look into your beautiful eyes. over our morning coffee. It is how you make me feel about me, and that will never change. Written for Vanessa to give her love - 10/2000

[skullszeyes]

A: You all can kill those people. I'll kill that one.

B: Why?

A: I'm the only one in our group who can.

[wemadestones]

The people get illnesses by nurturing and keeping the sadness alive inside.