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05 Dec Love, Piece by Piece

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Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.” ~Paulo Coelho.....

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17 Nov The Days I Wish Would Last Forever

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There are days I yearn for him My body aches, craving and yearning for his touch There are days it feels as though he’s taken complete residence...

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19 Sep Oh Captain, My Captain! The Lost Art of Poetry

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I went for my morning stroll with overcast skies and a new found crispness in the air and I found myself wrapping my scarf tighter...

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18 Sep His Hands, So Full of Love

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As you cradle me in your lap like a small child I feel the warm ember of delight growing in my belly...

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15 Sep Read My Body Like Naked Poetry

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As I walk through your library With it’s soft ember light And see your classics lined perfectly—just so Pages well-worn, your favorite verses lined...

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11 Sep If Only For Tonight

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In this dark and seedy place Where you recite words Written by giants—the literary greats...

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10 Sep Behold: I AM

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I do not profess to be a leader A teacher, nor a prophet; I am not a god, although I embraced my inner goddess centuries ago...

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧--𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 🥀 "her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." - jane austen, persuasion 📸 @alittlebitofbrandy
𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈'𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝙴𝚂 🐾 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈🗝 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒙 𝑬. 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 I'm only about 1/2 way through this book. I have to keep rereading sections and pages because #brainfog. Also, the prose are quite delectable and I really enjoy the way they feel in my mouth. This morning, as I was reading, I thought, "This book is beautiful. Of course, I haven't completed it yet, so I don't have a full opinion - but I like the way it flows. Sentence upon sentence building a story - seemingly, effortless. I wonder if it's just easier for some people?" I've been in the process of writing several books. It's actually a bit comical because they will all likely be ready around the same time. But, it's really not as easy and effortless as some might think. I used to be a real literary snob. I would only read (and write) nonfiction and poetry. And then my world opened up and I delved into fiction for an escape. I then became inspired to write fiction and soon realized I had a lot to learn. World building. Character building. Plot. An interesting plot that flows together and keeps the attention of the reader. Having to delete entire scenes or characters that just weren't working right. Plot that didn't move at just the right pace. Not writing in a passive voice... These days, even when I read a book that just didn't work for me, I can still praise the author. Because I understand the labor and love and dedication that went into writing it. The only snobbery I still hold is regarding self-publishing vs traditional publishing - but I'm an ever evolving person. Once I'm ready to publish, my views on this may change as well. 😜 But seriously, so much respect ❣ 📸 IG @chillingadventuresofaginger
𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙴𝚇 𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 🐦 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 Yesterday was a beautiful day. The sun was stretching her warmth like limbs after a long period of hibernation. The birds were singing the day away and a symphony of different chirps and caws were echoing from tall peaks of pine. I opened all the windows and front door and allowed the breeze to move through the house in a beautiful spring waltz - moving out the stale energy of winter and replacing it with the fresh buds of hope - waking like a newborn babe whose eyes haven't yet focused on the vast world around them. I was on the phone catching up with a dear friend when suddenly a tiny bird flew into the house - darting straight for the kitchen. I got off the phone, wondering how I was going to persuade and direct the tiny bird back into the great outdoors. I moved very slowly as to not startle or frighten the bird. It was perched on the kitchen windowsill. I noticed how tiny and fragile it was with tail feathers that looked something like a dream. It looked at me, chirped twice, and instinctively flew back out the way it came. The whole experience lasted only moments but felt so sacred. It was so quick, in fact, that it held the magic and mystery of a dream. I don't know what kind of bird it was and I didn't stop to look up the "spiritual" significance, like I once may have done. Instead, what came was a small whisper reciting Emily Dickinson, "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul..." 📸 Marisa Mulligan
𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 🥀 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 & 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 1. I overdid it last week. I had 3 doctors appointments, countless insurance calls, went to a friend's surprise birthday party, and attended a BBQ with friends. While I enjoyed myself immensely AND will FINALLY be receiving the supplies for my c-pap, it left me utterly exhausted and fatigued. The last 2 days have primarily consisted of sleep, rest, and lots and lots of heat. 2. I woke up this morning with clarity as though I've just been rescued from a rolling fog adrift a lonely and tumultuous sea. 3. In my coma of exhaustion, a plot that I've been struggling with came to life and worked itself out. I'm excited to dive back into the story - back into the writing - after taking a month long hiatus as inspiration became elusive. 4. My last few posts (on Facebook) weren't very "positive," though they consisted of my current struggles with depression and where I've been. I had a lot of fear around posting - especially so publically. Yet, as someone who prides myself on living my life outloud, I chose to share and it felt vulnerable. It was uncomfortable. I flayed open my heart for all to witness and see. I worried about how I would be received. While I received an outpouring of love, 12 people chose to unfollow me. I will not take this personally. 5. I hate cliches and yet here I am. The sun will always rise, no matter how dark the night. A rainbow will always follow the storm. There is always a path, a way out from the dark night of the soul. Sometimes we have to stand still long enough to allow our eyes to adjust. It's like stepping into a lake. The water is murky so long as we move. In stillness comes clarity. In stillness, we will see the constellations mapped across our hearts, leading our souls back home. 📸 IG @tinathelen
𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 🥀 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒚. 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐱 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 & 𝚈𝙴𝚃, 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅.
You know you're getting old when your favorite gif You know you're getting old when your favorite gift of the year is a pair of readers 🤣 Happy 43rd birthday to me ❣
𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚄𝙶𝙾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙲𝚉𝚆𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙴 | 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙸𝙾. 📸 @bookishhoneybee
𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻𝚂 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈 𝙱𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 | 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙲𝚉𝚆𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙴 | 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙸𝙾. 📸 @dlgillis20
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 👑 I've been 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 👑 I've been binge-watching this show on Netflix (all 3 seasons) and have really been enjoying studying the history of Queen Elizabeth II. And I can say, with confidence, that the show is historically accurate and follows real events very closely. If you enjoy historical dramas, I highly recommend giving this show a watch. I've also now decided to start using terms like loo & telly in my everyday conversations because I enjoy they way they roll off my tongue. I'm also even more committed to relearning French (I took 2 years in Junior High and 2 years in High School)... - 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 Based on an award-winning play ("The Audience") by showrunner Peter Morgan, this lavish, Netflix-original drama chronicles the life of Queen Elizabeth II from the 1940s to modern times. The series begins with an inside look at the early reign of the queen, who ascended the throne at age 25 after the death of her father, King George VI. As the decades pass, personal intrigues, romances, and political rivalries are revealed that played a big role in events that shaped the later years of the 20th century.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 🥀 "𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒆 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆." - 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒄𝒛𝒘𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎...
𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 Let me begin by prefacing, I am not really a drinker. And definitely don't know my wines. In fact, due to high sulfates, I usually end up with a headache or feeling hungover after just one glass. I do alright with whites and my favorite is moscato. However, of late, I've been really wanting to find a nice red. Maybe it's because I've been reading so much archaic vampire lore. Or maybe it's the studying of old Oxford and London where wine and whiskey seemed to be the preferred drink, outside of ale? So, anyway, last night I picked up a bottle of Francis Coppola's Diamond Collection Merlot. No headaches and no hangover. I was drawn to it's description which promised to be, "bursting with extravagant plum and blackberry flavors framed by rich, toasty oak shadings. Intense aromatics of raspberry and blueberry lead to flavors of crushed berries, and vanilla - wrapped up in a soft, smooth tannin structure." However, I found the flavors to be quite harsh for my liking and I couldn't wait to clean my pallet afterwards. Knowing all of this, is there a red you would recommend for me? And should I have started with a cabernet instead of merlot? Is there a specific winery or brand that is preferred? Also, should reds be chilled or served room temperature?
𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚄𝙼. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 | 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙲𝚉𝚆𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙴 | 𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚄𝙼 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒊𝒐
𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝙸𝚁𝙲𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝚈 𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 | Mary Rogers Glowczwskie | 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 Link in bio. 📸 @fabledphantoms
𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙰 𝙱𝚈 𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 | Mary Rogers Glowczwskie | 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 Link in bio 📸 @amanda.the.bookish
𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑 | 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 I am very excited to be giving my website a refresh that is more aligned with all the things I'm currently working on. Namely, book reviews. While I still plan to share personal blogs about my life and writings, I will be focusing on giving some very personal and honest reviews. As always, if you're looking for more of my fictional writings, the majority of that can be found on Medium. https://woodsandwander.com/ 📸 Dream, Artist Unknown
𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻: 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 I just applied at a few places but want to start putting the word out there. If you know an author or a publisher who is looking for an ARC Reader/Partner, here I am ❣ 📸 Another rainy day full of words, tea, writing, and leaves.
"A child points, and is taught a word. Tree. Later "A child points, and is taught a word. Tree. Later, he learns to distinguish this tree from all the others. He learns its particular name. He plays under the tree. He dances around it. Stands beneath its branches, for shade or shelter. He kisses under it, he sleeps under it, he weds under it. He marches past it on his way to war, and limps back past it on his journey home. A king is said to have hidden in this tree. A spirit may dwell within its bark. Its distinctive leaves are carved onto the tombs and monuments of his landlords. Its wood might have built the galleons that saved his ancestors from invasion. And all this, the general and the specific, the national and the personal, all this, he knows, and feels, and summons, somehow, however faintly, with the utterance of a single sound. Oak. Saxon word. Proto-Germanic. Cognates in Old Norse. Eik. Language is never nonsense. Language is meaning. History. Layer upon layer upon layer. And a word without meaning is what? Merely a sound." - Professor Wright, Tolkien
𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝙴𝚂 🥀 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈'𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴: 𝟷. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 - 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝟸. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙼𝙶 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝟹. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝟺. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗. 𝙸 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 "𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜" 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚆𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵?
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