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writersblocksbvc:

More collaborative pieces from Tuesday’s meeting! Remember if you want to be part of this fun stuff, join us every Tuesday in CC-142 at 2PM.

A limerick:

toothlessrebel:

asgardiantelevision:

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Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:

A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.

THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCKKKKKKK

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writersblocksbvc:

More of our brilliance.

kiddiestuck:

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those are some cheap ass burritos

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swagitsune:

I can’t stop making these.

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maliafates:

teen wolf + text posts (part 3)

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the moment you realize
that your bones are made of the same dust
as the planets, your lungs are breathing the same air
as the migrating butterflies,
and your blood is pumping because
of the love and care of thousands;
is when you realize
that you are not as broken
as you think you are. you are full
of the world.

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Negative Space

devonsmoleskine:

Who taught me to suck in my stomach,

or my cheeks?

Who told me to stand with my legs apart

and my hips thrust back

to create the illusion of a gap

between my thighs?

Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me

is my negative space?

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My creative writing professor told me to stop
writing about love. I asked him why and he said,
“Because you have turned it over and over in your hands,
felt every angle, every fault, every inch,
every bruise. You have ruined it for yourself.”
I spent the next 3 weeks writing about science
and space. Stars exploding.
Getting sucked into a black hole.
How much I wished I could sleep inside of that nothingness
without being annihilated. What an exploding star
would taste like. If it would make our stomachs glow
like fireflies, or tingle and shake like pop rocks
under our tongue.

My creative writing professor told me that those poems
weren’t what he was looking for.
He tells me to stop writing about outer space.
Stop writing about science.
Again, I ask him why. Again, he says,
“You have ruined it for yourself.”
I spend the next three weeks writing about my mother,
how we are told we can’t make homes inside
of other human beings, but the foreclosure sign
on my mother’s empty womb tells me that women
who give birth know a different,
more painful truth.

My creative writing professor tells me I am both talented
and hopeless, that everything I write is both visceral and empty,
a walking circus with no animals inside
but a beautiful trapeze artist with a broken hip
selling popcorn in the entrance-way.

He tells me to stop writing about my mother. I don’t ask why.
I pick up my books and my notepad
and I leave his office with my war stories
tucked under my tongue like an exploding star,
like the taste of the last person I ever loved,
like my mother’s baby thermometer, and I do not look back.
We are all writing about our mothers, our lovers,
the empty space that we will never be able to breathe in.
We are all carrying stones in our pockets
and tossing them back and forth in our hands,
trying to explain the heaviness
and we will never stop writing about love,
about black holes, about how quiet it must have been
inside the chaos of my mother’s belly,
inside the chaos of his arms,
inside the chaos of the spaces in every poem
I have ever written.

None of this is ruined.
Do not listen to them when they tell you that it is.

Caitlyn Siehl, “My Creative Writing Professor Told Me to Stop Writing About Love” (via alonesomes)

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creaturexlll:

laughing so hard right now XDDD

*tears of joy*

tHE FUCKING 4O SECONDS OF RASBERRIES.

creaturexlll:

joleredon:

myghela:

The book:

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The movie:

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The Fan fictions
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YES!

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hoeirl:

putahilton:

gay sex is so weird

gay sex is beautiful

hoeirl:

putahilton:

gay sex is so weird

gay sex is beautiful

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