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Rare Gardens - A Sketchbook.

Adventures in words & yarn; in Iowa & Alaska; underground & in the sea.

writeworld:

  1. Talk to a monkey. Explain what you’re really trying to say to a stuffed animal.
  2. Do something important that’s very easy.
  3. Try free writing.
  4. Take a shower; change clothes. Give yourself a truly clean start.
  5. Write from a persona. Lend your voice to a writing personality who isn’t you.
  6. Get away from the computer. Take pen and notebook, and go somewhere new.
  7. Quit beating yourself up. You can’t create when you feel ass-whipped.
  8. Stop visualizing catastrophes, and focus on positive outcomes.
  9. Stretch. Maybe try vacuuming your lungs.
  10. Add one ritual behavior. Get a glass of water exactly every 20 minutes. Do push-ups. Eat a Tootsie Roll every paragraph. Add physical structure.
  11. Listen to new music. Try something instrumental and rhythmic that you’ve never heard before.
  12. Write crap.
  13. Finish something.
  14. Write the middle. Stop whining over a perfect lead, and write the next part or the part after that.
  15. Do one chore. Sweep the floor or take out the recycling. Try something lightly physical to remind you that you know how to do things.
  16. Make a pointless rule. You can’t end sentences with words that begin with a vowel. Limits create focus and change your perspective.
  17. Work on the title. Quickly make up five distinctly different titles. Meditate on them. What bugs you about the one you like least?
  18. Write five words. Literally. Put five completely random words on a piece of paper. Write five more. Try a sentence. Could be about anything. A block ends when you start making words on a page.

“A block ends when you start making words on a page.” This is so important. 

(via proverbsforparanoids)

Cried a little bit.

Cried a little bit.

(Source: nonhumanquotes)

proverbsforparanoids:

the sickness

proverbsforparanoids:

the sickness

(Source: blesstheweather)

solo1y:

We shouldn’t get any credit at all for conforming for the basic standards of human decency.

There are no coherent arguments against equal rights for gays. We should stop pretending that we’re in a conversation, or a debate. We’re dealing with a bunch of infants and brainwashed lunatics and we need to start treating them as such.

(via proverbsforparanoids)

Writers aren’t exactly people, thеу’re a whole lot οf people trying tο bе one person.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thegirlandherbooks)

(Source: how-novelistic, via proverbsforparanoids)

Jack: We know it’s got Vatican money. “The Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith,” I think they call it now. They changed the name. Used to be “The Inquisition”

(Source: earsinyrheadphones)

love.

findingsherlock:

FS says: Holmes Swap is my new favorite show. This is … just yes. 

(P.S. I still text like that.)

polyesterspectre:

ladyhistory:

strausmouse:

The story so far: Sherlock Holmes has solved the Case of the Green Ladder and wishes to alert Lestrade.

One century later:

THE. LAST. PANEL.

OMG.

PERFECTION, ALL OF THIS.

(via findingsherlock-deactivated2012)

Misha. Collins.

sam132289:

Starting with hands:

midorisanni:  [x]

holyhandgrenade-:  misha-bawlins:  Misha

And then a little sex hair:

Little sex face:

Some neck porn:

Tongue Porn:

Those fucking kisses:

Priest Kink:

Some body shots:

And those damn lips:

And a spider?:

Don’t forget his damn smile:

Oh, and laughing, can’t forget laughing:

Ok, I’m done.

(Source: sammyshadenoughnow, via balthazarswings)

Marie, so often Maria even with people who’ve known me a long time. My last name is legally Ravn, pronounced ‘raun’, but to me has been Raven since I was 6 and it was intended to have been legally changed. (Ravn is the Danish word for raven)

… yeah, it’s pretty much  hassle all the time.. <3

darklydreaminggirl:

nikili:

toxicroxit:

pettyartist:

accordingtoteleplay:

“What’s your name?”
“Scout.”
“Cool!  Nice to meet you Scott!”

Don’t know why, but a lot of people say “Christine” even though I tell them it’s Christina.
And they usually keep saying it even after I correct them.
My high school art teacher who I took 2 classes a year with and knew for 6 years of my life would write “Christine” on all my hall passes.  (He said my name right though.)

My name is Kristin yet I always get these: Kirsten, Christian, Kristy, Kristen, Kersten….ugh.

Thus my blog name “Nikili” :P
Nicky-lee and Nik Eely are the most common ones I get.

My first name has been pronounced wrong by various teachers since first school. My name’s Cheryl. But people pronounce it with a ‘ch’ sound instead of a ‘sh’ sound.Hacks me off, srsly. :| 

Marie, so often Maria even with people who’ve known me a long time. My last name is legally Ravn, pronounced ‘raun’, but to me has been Raven since I was 6 and it was intended to have been legally changed. (Ravn is the Danish word for raven)

… yeah, it’s pretty much  hassle all the time.. <3

darklydreaminggirl:

nikili:

toxicroxit:

pettyartist:

accordingtoteleplay:

“What’s your name?”

“Scout.”

“Cool!  Nice to meet you Scott!”

Don’t know why, but a lot of people say “Christine” even though I tell them it’s Christina.

And they usually keep saying it even after I correct them.

My high school art teacher who I took 2 classes a year with and knew for 6 years of my life would write “Christine” on all my hall passes.  (He said my name right though.)

My name is Kristin yet I always get these: Kirsten, Christian, Kristy, Kristen, Kersten….ugh.

Thus my blog name “Nikili” :P

Nicky-lee and Nik Eely are the most common ones I get.

My first name has been pronounced wrong by various teachers since first school. My name’s Cheryl. But people pronounce it with a ‘ch’ sound instead of a ‘sh’ sound.

Hacks me off, srsly. :| 

Global.

Today, before I heard the news, I was on the receiving end of the kind of joy that is so irrepressible that you have to blurt it out to a near-total stranger. The beautiful Sudanese woman ordering a mocha and scones for her officemates said, in a voice just gentle enough that I almost couldn’t hear her over the various machines running in my kiosk, “The president just stepped down. I’m just so happy I could…” she made a gesture as if she was going to fly away, right out from behind her own breast. I said, “Pardon?”. “In Egypt,” she said. “Just right now.”

I remember her face, her smile, a hundred times more clearly than any of the other upwards of 200 people I saw during my shift. She had this little gap between her front teeth, and lips the color of something rich and forbidden. Her smile was perfectly vast. 

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