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mournfulroses

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

terrorignitis

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

justlifewelle

My mind goes quiet when I do these types of things.

nostalgiaishere

lustingupon

moss-sprout

I'm starting a collection

liesandnights

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

did-you-know

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belovedsheith

I am American and I have never seen photos like this. I had no idea there are borders like this. Even though I LOVE the idea of open borders, I am staring at these pictures like “wait…people can just…walk across some stones or grass and BE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY??? and nobody stops them?? how does that WORK?!” So you can tell that my country’s propaganda has gotten to me by convincing me that this CAN’T work even though…it…obviously can. These pics just seem unreal to me. I’ve been taught my whole life that this can’t exist. In 27 years no one has ever sat me down and gone, look, here’s how it is elsewhere. It isn’t impossible at all.

teainawineglass

I want to add something, but I’d just be restating what they said. I.. didn’t know peace and kindness like this was possible.

morgaine2005

All of the above, and …

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get to Belgium, apparently.

belgiumthroughbelgianeyes

🐓

they-who-wander

This also leads to some funny images like: GuEsS wHeRe ThE bOrDeR Is XD

writing-with-olive

this is real, but it also gets at why hopeful stories are so important - its real hard to make a better world if you cant even imagine it existing

et-in-arkadia

this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

dduane

And this goes for writing too.

There are stories that only you are qualified to tell best: that only you are able to tell. You are uniquely positioned in spacetime to do this job because of your life detail, your upbringing, your reading, your thinking. No one else can tell your stories just the way you do, no matter how good a writer they might be.

And inside you somewhere are characters desperate for your attention; desperate for your intention and your work to breathe life into them. They need your voice raised to tell their stories. No one else can do it. You are their only hope.

Waste no more time worrying about whether your take on their stories will be good enough. You have more important things to be thinking about. So go get on with it. :)