Take Care Of Your Loved Ones, Particularly When They Are Doing Everything In Their Power To Push You

Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.

Florence + the Machine

replace "very":

very happy: ecstatic, joyful, excited

very scared: terrified, fearful

very angry: livid, vengeful

very hungry: starved, skeletal

very sad: sorrowful, dejected, unhappy

very distrusting: doubtful, dubious, cynical

very shy: timid, bashful, reserved

very fun: enjoyable, amusing, refreshing

very big: gigantic, huge, enormous

very small: tiny, minuscule, compact

very alive: lively, vigorous, energetic

very sharp: pointed, spired, tipped

very much: many, abundant, greatly

very yummy: delicious, tasteful

very good: excellent, fine, virtuous

very bad: evil, terrible, poor

very sudden: abrupt, unexpected

very soon: near, shortly

very fast: quick, swift, brisk

very slow: leisurely, sedate

very cold: frigid, freezing

very hot: heated, balmy, spicy

very thin: slim, scrawny, skinny

very thick: stocky, hefty, large

Keep in mind not all words apply to all situations (you wouldn't use "spicy" to describe hot weather).

edit: colour me wrong...every person who has interacted with this post would describe the weather as spicy.

“You have saved yourself from drowning every time before this. You will rescue yourself again.”

— Nikita Gill, Powerful One Sentence Reminders To Read When You Are Doubting Your Growth And Healing

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

“Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.”

— Kristen Butler

Mt Everest Chapter One: beautiful people

“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”

— Vincent van Gogh

“Sometimes the happiest ending isn’t the one you keep longing for, but something you absolutely cannot see from where you are.”

— Shauna Niequist

the poetry of brown eyes

There needs to be more poetic descriptions of brown eyes in literature, so I wrote some.

It was as if the stars had lent their light to his eyes, etching their constellations into the rich black-brown and painting a sky of their own inside them.

Their eyes held the hue of tea-stained lace, soft and delicate and rich, a wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of the world.

Her eyes held the nostalgia of summer memories. It was the way they turned into the warmest brown under the sun, like the richest, darkest honey; the way tendrils of amber like the juice of a nectarine streaked their way through, wreathing the pupil in a symphony of golds.

Her eyes were bright and dancing, like the curious ruffled feathers of a sparrow — and as flighty as one, too, darting quickly and nervously away, her gaze fluttering across different spots of the room erratically.

His gaze locked on him, intense and searching. The black, shadowy depths of his eyes shrouded him, leaving him desperately scrabbling for an escape from the dark pull of his stare.

Their eyes had a distinct sense of antiquity to them, the precise hue of a worn, leather-bound book and the faded mahogany of a desk from a time long lost.

If you use or are inspired by these while writing, I'd love it if you tagged me so I can gush over your amazing work :)

A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.

English Proverb