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PROMPT : I'LL BE FINE.
I've been binge watching this show called 'Please like me'. And every episode starts with a different opening but always the same song.
It's called " I'll be fine" by Clairy Browne & the bangin' rackettes. The title already tells you what the song is about.
Now I want you to write a short song(or poem) to yourself saying it'll be fine. Then one day, when you need it, you can read it to yourself.
Tag your letter 'music' and leave a comment below when you're done.
I make promises with strangers, because one of my close friends took his life.. "I'm okay", he said. "I'll be fine", he said. Well, he's fine now that he's in heaven. But he wasn't fine back then.
Yeah, seems like it wouldn't be a great method. But it is. You see, they aren't complete and total strangers.
It's the girl I saw a few times in my high school hallways, that's been blowing up my notifications with things like the fire emoji on my selfies and whatnot..
It's that one guy I totally sent pictures of the exam answers to in my forensics class, because he was struggling so much with home life and other factors that he couldn't study.
"Promise me you won't cut yourself agai...
IS PERCEPTION REALLY REALITY?
Our identity is largely based on perception, how the world views us. For this week's writing topic we ask you to write an Open Letter first honestly describing who people think you are, the perception of you in the eyes of others, and then compare it to who you know you are, how you think of yourself.
Putting these two different perspectives on the page will be an exercise in reflection:
-Do you see yourself as the world does?
-Can you be who you know you are?
Tag your letter "MyReality" written exactly as is to qualify for a chance to be a featured writer next week.
2 Timothy 2:15
Do your best to present yourself to the Lord as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.
Sabes? Há coisas que por mais que possamos tentar explicar, não se explicam. Sentem-se. Como por exemplo a bondade que trazemos dentro de nós para com os outros, que até pode nem ser a nível prático mas a nível intelectual.
Dou por mim a cuidar de quem amo e a sentir-me gratificada por isso. Dou por mim a adormecer sem querer e acordar sobressaltada não pela dor crónica nas costas que me atormenta, mas pela dor que os que me são próximos possam estar a sentir, seja pelo que for. Sim. Reconheço. Para mim os outros sempre foram mais importantes do que eu mesma. Ninguém é de ninguém mas eu sou de quem amo, pertenço a quem amo e preocupo- me mais em cuidar dos outros. Talvez por isso saiba desc...
1 John 2:15
Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love for the Father is not in him.
Congratulations to my soul brother, Baumsy, for being a featured writer. He's so talented in so many arenas, but most of all he's been a friend to me when I'm down. The really bad times, that I don't write about much. He's a hugger, and I'm not. He sends virtual hugs from a state away though. We are cut from the same cloth and are one zodiac sign away from each other. Mike's a Leo. I'm a Virgo, but we're both 37 :-) He beat me to this planet by a couple weeks!!! He's a true friend and a loyal one at that. Hope that we see more of his work because his words always seem to spin me a whirlwind of sorts. Very emotive, abstract, and chakra spinning evokative. He's touched enough lives in a positiv...
Wie liep er zo parmantig over het plein van de bieb
Ze was onveranderlijk mooi
Haar ritme was niet monotoon
During feeding time, Clown Face expressed his attraction to the women in Family Man's life. The captive gathered a general age range of his captors from nicknames like "kiddo" and "young man" used for the boy in a clown mask who was probably close to his daughter's age. The blonde's face paint was a blend between Gene Simmons and an Evil Mime. A suppressed smirk was felt by all of the van's occupants when she was addressed as Panda Bear. Dream Girl was a suitable nick name to the only other person not in disguise as this brunette was gorgeous beyond words. Fred, the one driving now, bore a comfortable looking white mask during the abduction and was referred to as G, short for Ghost Face presu...
Giving up on you is like betraying the Motherland.
Giving up on you is like murdering the own blood.
Giving up on you is like backstabbing the trusted soul.
Giving up on you is committing suicide.
I felt a bit nostalgic after I read one of the letters today about summer vacations. Apparently it's at different times in different places in the world. And I realized that I haven't had a summer break in forever, after all, once you finish college and start working, you'll never ever get 2 months break anymore.
I know that there are a lot of people here who are still in school or college, and then there's others like me who might have forgot what it's like to have a summer vacation. Time to write a letter and let us know, how you spent your vacations this time around, for those of you whose vacations are coming to an end. As for the rest, you can share one of your fondest memories ...
"Necesito a un loco, alguien que me recuerde lo que es el amor" por GRECIA WONG. @greciawong
Necesito a un loco, de esos que ya no existen.
Alguien que me sujete y que nunca más quiera soltarme.
Un loco que se enamore de mis tonterías.
Y se vuelva aún más loco con mi cuerpo.
Un loco para hacerle el amor de la forma más elocuente
que él haya conocido.
A quien pueda contarle mis secretos
y mis miedos más profundos.
Necesito a un loco, de esos que nunca he tenido.
Alguien que me cuide
y se enamore un poco más mientras duermo.
Un loco que me abrace
y desaparezcan mis miedos.
Con quien desaparecer
y que el tiempo se detenga.
Necesito a un loco que me haga perder el equilibrio.
it rained and rained...
till the sky darkened to oblivion
lost in the waterfall of changes
it rained till it all fade...
swept in a wave of delirium-