Sharing a very important detail from the incident!
(Attacked @ the gym 3)
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Writer’s Log: Chronic means chronic
My latest writing log wherein I reflect on the hard truth that when you have a chronic illness, you have a chronic illness.
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lol!!! @
Me posting on Tumblr about almost getting stabbed, during the Ides of March. #maincharacterenergy
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It was all a lie, and he knew it.
Leaning back in his chair, the stoner looked lazily through the cracked window, watching the blurred figures wander by.
From those figures who looked entirely human – though often weren’t, often weren’t, often weren’t – to those with white-feathered wings and pointed horns and patches of skin in every colour imaginable, each figure was remarkable to observe.
And they had no idea they were being observed… at least, not by him.
The stoner took another lazy puff from his illusion-infused pipe, letting the smoke make the windows even murkier.
It was all a lie, and he knew it.
He watched the figures go by, lazy and close to uncaring…
…before he narrowed his eyes.
And he looked within.
He looked within. He looked within. He looked within. He looked within. He looked within. He looked within. He looked within.
Into their souls.
Glimmering puffs of light.
In every colour imaginable.
He saw what sat within, in a manner that very few, very few, very few others could.
It was all a lie, and he knew it.
Nobody was who they claimed to be.
Men with the heads of lions liked to roar that they were big and bright and strong. And yet, within, they were cowards.
Children with gills and fins looked longingly towards the seas they could not truly explore, though, inwardly, they feared the waves that they knew better than most.
Government officials lied behind their smiles.
It was all a lie, and he knew it.
Everybody was a liar.
He did not need to worship Truth to know it.
He simply needed to worship Souls.
It was all a lie, and he knew it.
He took another puff from his pipe, turned the murky window murkier with smoke, and he continued to people watch.
To watch the souls of every liar.
And everybody was a liar.
It was all a lie, always a lie, and he knew it.
All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie. All a lie.
It was all a lie, and he knew it.
Even if they did not.
(This is based on the magic of Souls and the character of Junk in my series, 49! READ HIS BOOK NOW!)
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Color Game — How Well Can You Remember Colors?
46.08/50 on hard mode baby!
…This is what I do when I have writer’s block.
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You know that feeling, when you finally find the perfect plot for your fanfiction when it’s been five years since you last update it? Well, I’m feeling it right now. And if everything goes well… maybe I’ll be able to do a small rewrite and maybe finally finish it.
(For those who want to know, I’m talking about my Wish upon a star Sailor Moon fanfiction)
Again, it’s a maybe, if life gives me like 5 minutes to breaths. But it’s here!
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I drew this for a friend of mine, their birthday is coming up and this image has been haunting my mind for weeks. Glad I finally got around to doing it.
By the time this comes out, she’ll have gotten this from me.
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Part of me wonders what like Edgar Allen Poes friends thought of him especially if he let them read any of his weird works
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I am screaming to the world: I WILL BE A KNOWN AND BELOVED AUTHOR!!!!!!!
SCREAM IT TOO
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yeah, i have actually!
always loved writing, there’s just a degree to which it’s not sustainable & in the age of things like ai I worry about it not being a steady career choice (for me).
but I have actually been sllloooooowwllyyyy working on a fantasy novel for like a year & a half, & I feel like it genuinely could be something (someday). so we’ll see !!
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I really need to get back to my writing cause my poor FMC is just stuck curled in a blanket on her father’s couch crying her eyes out and wondering when i’m gonna get on with the plot.
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Let your inner light shine like a buttercup. Bloom where you stand, embrace your inner beauty, and watch how your light brightens your day, your path and the world around you. Onwards! +
#Buttercup #Wildflowers #NatureCloseUp #MacroPhotography #SpringBlooms #NatureLovers #GoldenHour #FlowerPhotography #ZenInNature #ZarateZen #AlexGZarate #WildflowerLove #InspireDaily #NatureIsHealing #SmallJoys
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I need to start writing more porn, I don’t think my draft work has ever been this good, I’m not joking
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Build Together Day 406
Hey World Builders! Its Build Together day 406. Today’s prompt comes from ScrubbbsyBoy844 in the discord: Do colors or color combinations have any meaning in your world?
Remember if you want to hare your own response or hang out with fellow world builders you are more than welcome to join us in our discord!
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pick a book of mine from the cover alone!!!
49: VOLUME 01
49: VOLUME 02
49: VOLUME 03
49: THE CAPITAL OF UNGODE
