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pukecityusa:Bonus cup

pukecityusa:

Bonus cup

"The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if..."

“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”

-

Percy Bysshe Shelley
(via observando)

"I haven’t yet, but I imagine his lips taste like whiskythe kind that stings,though you can’t..."

“

I haven’t yet,

but I imagine

his lips taste like whisky

the kind that stings,

though you can’t help

but knock back the entire glass

Drunk on his quiet smile

sobered by the impossibilities of my imagination

”

-

Frankie J.


(via wnq-writers)

How can you ask me to trust you again after what happened on Tuesday?

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

putthepromptsonpaper:“Man cannot survive on bread alone. Or minature pies”

putthepromptsonpaper:

“Man cannot survive on bread alone. Or minature pies”

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"I think one day when the sky gets smallerand the days get longer,I’ll kiss you.I’d like to tip..."

“

I think one day

when the sky gets smaller

and the days get longer,

I’ll kiss you.

I’d like to tip toe through your thoughts

and play tag with your eyes

You remind me of the houses

and wood forts

from scrap wood

I trash picked as a kid-

we could make something out of anything.

the way your hands wave furiously

when you talk,

I know could build a city

from scratch

Maybe I have too much faith in you

but my day dreams tend to take me places-

could that place be close to you?

I have  a feeling you like tree forts too.

Come with me and I’ll show you

the overgrown home I used know 

the places my brothers and I would go

with stick swords in hand

our palms holding our fate

I’m the captain, you’re my first mate

let’s wade through moss

in the stone ridden creek

follow me!

Butterflies

tree hole eyes

caterpillars

huge, loud flies

stones and throws

bows and arrows

shoes or none

feet flying–RUN!

follow me!

Tickling grass

don’t be last

brambles break

you and I could make

anything

follow me, Charlie

FOLLOW ME!

”

- “follow me” -N. M. Walker
(via haystackofneedles)

"Have you ever seen the hell in someone’s eyes and loved it anyway?"

“Have you ever seen the hell in someone’s eyes and loved it anyway?”

- Maram Rimawi  (via wnq-writers)

promptsgalore:Write about the last lie you told.

promptsgalore:

Write about the last lie you told.

When a story idea comes from somewhere unexpected

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