Isabella Rogge's Blog: The Redhead Writer, page 92
July 12, 2017
humantrampoline85:
strixus:
perkigothii-geekius:
apawn-ascendin...
Direct Fucking Action
my nayme is Owl
and wen its nite
and police carr
doth block myn flight
i am ful wroth
i do not stopp
myn rage i showe
i pek the copp
… @perkigothii-geekius that is the best I lik style poem I have read yet.
@annleckie
fullten:
I don’t think people get art. I feel like people think art is something created by a...
I don’t think people get art. I feel like people think art is something created by a tortured soul and you have to go out of your way to go to an art gallery and you have some kind of emotional response and that’s art.
But that’s bullshit
You walk into a grocery store and you’re surrounded by art. Who do you think designs the packages? Fucking artists. Who do you think designed your house? Your bedsheets? Your car? Artists.
Art is a necessity. It’s everywhere, we wear it, we talk about it, we live in it. It’s everywhere. Every color, negative space, font, placement, material, you come into contact with an artist had a hand in that. TV, movies, music, graphics, It’s everywhere, it’s everything
honeysuckle-princess:
fruitsgood:
i found a subreddit dedicated to people eating oranges in the...
i found a subreddit dedicated to people eating oranges in the shower
i thought this was going to be something sexual but it’s so much weirder than that
July 11, 2017
piesandfalcs:
megan-cutler:
bead-bead:
lullabyknell:
Can I just… talk for a moment… about how...
Can I just… talk for a moment… about how much I love how, if you know them well, words don’t have synonyms?
English, for example, is a fantastic disaster. It has so many words for things that are basically the same, and I find there’s few joys in writing like finding the right word for a sentence. Hunting down that peculiar word with particular meaning that fits in seamlessly in a structure, so the story flows on by without any bumps or leaks.
Like how a shout is typically about volume, while a yell carries an angry edge and a holler carries a mocking one. A scream has shrillness, a roar has ferocity, and a screech has outrage.
This is not to say that a yell cannot be happy or a holler cannot be complimentary, or that they cannot share these traits, but they are different words with different connotations. I love choosing the right one for a sentence, not only for its meanings but for how it sounds when read aloud. (Do I want sounds that slide together, peaceful and seamless, or something that jolts the reader with its contrast? Snap!)
I love how many words for human habitats there are. I love how cottage sounds quaint and cabin sounds rustic. I love steadiness of house, the elegance of residence, the stateliness of manor, and tired stubbornness of shack. I love how a dwelling is different to a den.
And I love how none of them can really touch the possessive warmness of all the connotations of home.
Words are great.
I did not expect to cry by the end of this, but I did.
Which proves the point, no?
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is like the difference between a lightning bug and the lightning.” - Mark Twain (and one of my favorites, since I happen to agree with everything the OP said!)
screech at chaboi
oh-thebookfeels:
“With a dreamy far off look, and her nose...
“With a dreamy far off look, and her nose stuck in a book.”
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