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[lost-fool-wandering]

historical padlocks are just great

[deliriousfaol]

the town crier finds me sleeping on my doorstep bc drunk me last night couldn’t open the lock on my door and announces my buffoonery to the whole square

[spiroandthelacktones]

Ye olde lockpicking lawyer

[writingonthewrong]

[prozac20-blog]

[loumargi]

Henrik Simonsen (1974, Danish- Germany )

[mesogeios]

Visit Original Link

Françoise Hardy’s Tous les garçons et les filles playing on my record player

[hammer-ov-thor]

[secondclassvines]

“The difference between fake and real Italian glass”

[quiet-nymph]

[jesuu-deactivated20221127]

[highfivesforcoolguys]

Chicken spiral…

[radroachmeat2-deactivated202012]

A storm is coming

[writingonthewrong]

Einaudi - Experience (Cover)

[note-katha]

Writing is difficult but I wouldn’t stop for anything

[just-shower-thoughts]

When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for

[jmlascar]

pictured above: me thinking about a horrible idea that would make an already sad character suffer even more then realizing it fits perfectly with their arc, theme, stakes, and would improve the novel as a whole

[dankmemeuniversity]

[florianpainke-deactivated201907]

[intense-suggestion]

What was it you were hoping I’d bring to the table - quiet obedience? No. I bring the storm, I bring chaos and your imminent destruction. You made a mistake.

[thundrprince]

Greg can’t we just have a normal dinner for once

[ephemeralseraph]

@practising-writer Mbaela 😂

[awed-frog]

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

[thestraggletag]

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

[rugessnome]

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

[xombiebrains]

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

[piraterogue]

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

[jellyfishslime]

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

[talaline]

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

[garrulus]

Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.

[the-surreptitious-solitary]

The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.

[craftycattyme]

Stirring a big pot of anything, suddenly you’re the wicked witch brewing the dreaded potion that will curse the whole village that banned you because of your warts and crooked nose