I Feel As Though My Mind Is Barren. Like I Can't Produce More For My Writing. Even The Simplest Of Lines

I feel as though my mind is barren. Like I can't produce more for my writing. Even the simplest of lines are starting to fascinate me now.

Writing was supposed to be therapeutic...

.. not this.

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"Surely happiness should come naturally rather than being squeezed from the soul like the last drop of toothpaste from a tube."

—Reality Transurfing Steps I-V by Vadim Zeland


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1 year ago

Another fun thing I do with customers - specifically parents of very small children who don’t know they’re alive yet - is directly imply I think the coffee is for the baby, not the parent. and lemme tell you, like 70% of parents eat that shit up. They immediately go along with the bit and start discussing it with their newborn child, while the baby just stares at us like 😮

1 year ago
50 Posts!

50 posts!

Yet none of you bitches interact you hoes


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7 months ago

God gave me royalty to be at ease yet it's the thing I hate the most about me. He gave me good things to be grateful for but I hate them all. This is because there is something rotting within me. It was all assigned to the wrong person. I cannot be normal. "I feel scared Yusuf. I'm scared of you. Whenever you kiss my feet I remember how I was treated in the palace. You dont treat me like the servants used to. Why don't you treat me like the servants used to? Why don't you treat me like a slave? I am carrying every bad thing that has ever happened to me on my back like a sack of stones over my shoulder wherever I go. It digs into my neck and causes a rash that burns. Initially, I thought maybe I felt special. After all, I am a princess. I thought that's what separates me from the crowd. But when people flash a smile I feel offended. I hate it, Yusuf. I hate when people smile and compliment me. I hate anything lavish. I desperately need gold that is fake. I need to be clad in simple cotton kurtas. I hate the colour red. This is what I try to explain to you everyday! In the bazaar, you pitied me for the common stones on the rings occupying my fingers. I explained it to you then. After it all, you say I do not deserve the frail mattresses. What is that you mean? Are you trying to take revenge on me?! Though our hatred for my father is mutual, after all I am his daughter. How am I supposed to believe you do not wish to sabotage me when you threaten to put me in the same position I barely crawled out of? Do you even know? I hate the purple silk sheets and the grandiose bed chamber. When I lie on my back, I still do not get adequate rest because the light of the moon is caught by the very real diamonds stuck to the top edges of the chamber. It glints and reflects onto my eyes. It is blinding. I hate them, too. The royal stones remind me of the rotten marrow swimming in my bones. I hate when I look into the mirror and I look pretty."


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1 year ago

"You've stopped me from jumping off a cliff— you're the reason I'm alive and talking. The reason I want to live. So yes, I'm very entitled to force you to sleep next to me instead of letting you overtake another government."

"This is why I avoid communicating with you on work mornings, Caroline."


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1 year ago

How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk


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1 year ago
It Has Begun

it has begun

1 year ago
Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling A Wolf A Wolf 

Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf 

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