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11:11 Make a Wish
I am a huge believer in angel numbers, signs from the universe etc. About three years ago I really started paying more attention to them, and the signs they were trying to give me. Whenever I would see 11:11 even growing I always made a wish. Over the years I've had many wishes from finding love, to being a model, well know writer the list goes on. These last few months though my greatest wish is to love myself, and become a better version of myself everyday. It's not easy, somedays it feels easier to just fall back into the old me where I am comfortable. Even though I know that version of me no longer suits my life. It almost feels like breaking up with someone you've been in a relationship long term. That version of me is someone I've carried with me for at least 2 decades at this point, and I find it hard to just let her go sometimes.
By Kimmiekins42 months ago in Confessions
Strength In Solitude
Sometimes it takes losing nearly everyone you love to realize how precious life truly is. All too often we take for granted those who are sitting right next to us, we bury our face in our phones, or preoccupy ourselves with things that mean little compared to those we love. I told my wife years ago, prior to her passing "In The End I Stand Alone".
By Kaylon Forsyth2 months ago in Humans
Time is Linear
Time is all-forgiving so I’ve named myself after her. I’ve built an endless soul inside of a shell and slapped my fingerprints on every inch, hoping somehow they’ll find it when we’re gone. I don’t know how to tell you that I would cut open every organ in my doll of a body just to prove the absolute fervor that flows through cells combining pink, and I don’t know if it’s too late to say it. Time would stay, so I will, too. She can’t feel conflicted because there’s only one destination, one task, one rhythm to stay awake. I thought if I created a world, it would keep its eyes open, or at least tell me when it starts to get sleepy. It’s okay to take a nap, but I don’t know what I’d do if the gears stopped turning altogether. I don’t know why the confusion is the most arduous of all these mixed up destinations, but I’ll go downtown to change my name tomorrow. That should bring me a little closer, I think. I’ve built something so exquisitely strange with all these smudges and cells and bruises of seconds, that I’m not sure I could take it apart. I’m not sure I could leave it here to be found in ruins, or ensure the glass jars of my ever-hearts will not go rotten the second I’m gone, or you, or our children. It’s not the building, nor the signatures nor the nails nor the shelves, it’s our bodies that make this collective soul breathe in time. Without us, time does not exist beautifully; or, at least it won’t while I’m still waiting for the fire to be put out.
By Olivia Dodge2 months ago in Poets
Book Review: "How to Change Your Mind" by Michael Pollan
I had the entirely wrong idea about this book. I was reading on my phone when I finished the last book and wanted to start a new one. Thus, I quickly bought this on the cheap and started reading. I thought it was going to be about changing your mind, like actually changing it by using therapy techniques and the like. It's about LSD and psychedelics. But it's also about depression, anxiety, dying, terror, mythologies of humanity etc. Interesting and actually pretty well-written - I have absolutely no regrets of not reading the blurb when it came to this book even though I don't particularly agree with everything within. Let's take a look at what it is about then...
By Annie Kapur2 months ago in Geeks
Someone Is Walking Around In My House
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What if? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — The Exercise — You're taking a shower in your house or apartment. You are not expecting anyone, and the front door is locked (the bathroom door is not). You hear a strange noise in a rooom beyond the bathroom. Now, take it from there for no more than two pages. This can be in either the third or the first person. Don't spend any time getting into the shower; you're there when the action begins. The Objective - To tell a convincing story centered on speculation and terror.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Writers
For All The Ages
Thalia, acknowledged bastard of the Royal House of Dorion, was not the simpleton that so many assumed her to be. It seemed to come with being the daughter of the goddess of beauty and love: everyone supposed that you could have no interest beyond fashion and relationships. Thalia was good at relationships, seeing them in others, or at least the potential for them. Other than that perception, and some minor shapeshifting abilities that allowed her to subtly change her features, her powers were extremely limited.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Fiction
Forgotten. Content Warning.
I used to be one of those people who could sleep through a rock concert. About a month ago, I started waking every night between midnight and 2:00 with a sense of foreboding – sometimes outright fear. I didn’t dream, I just had feelings.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
Ukrainian Anti-War Songs
I've been meaning to compile this list for a long time. With a four-year marking point of the war approaching in February 2026 and the anti-war songs in Ukrainian music ever expanding, I wanted to present an essential list of the songs I listen to frequently.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Beat
Unchained. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
It was time. For thirty years, the events of the past and the room where they took place hung over my head like the dreaded pendulum in Poe’s classic tale, The Pit and the Pendulum. I always thought that the further away I got from the evil room, both in distance and time, the horrifying events which happened there would fade away into oblivion. My choices were I could continue lying to myself the way I had been for most of my adult life, or I could take a stand and repair my broken life forever. I was being ridiculous. There was only one choice: face my fears and move ahead with my life.
By Mark Gagnon2 months ago in Fiction
