What I hate most about texting….

I hate when people don’t text back.
So your last message is left hanging
Begging to be responded
While the time slowly gathers
And you’re staring at the phone screen
Thinking do even care about me?
Cause the reply never came

❤ thebelovedworld



I really love the Korean artist K.Will. The videos are just superb. 

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The Rains Had Finally Come: Sven Birkerts on Writing

This is so true!
Also shout out to the NaNoWriMo folks – Happy Writing!

The Daily Post

For the writers out there who’ve struggled with writer’s block, or whose wells are currently dry, I invite you to read Sven Birkerts’ Aeon essay on how it feels when the tide comes back in. He captures this moment, while sitting on a bench by a lake in Central Park in New York City:

All of a sudden, I found myself wanting to write sentences again and, when I did, it felt to me like the rains had finally come, stirring up life in the dry land. I don’t know if I even shifted in my place, but whatever it was has since brought something back that had gone missing. The time hasn’t been that long, really, but by what clock? What decides long? The clock of days or the clock of the inside life? How long can a person feel unconnected and not feel that it’s too long? Writing…

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Words cannot express how I feel

I will try to tell you what I mean

But it will fall flat to your ears

Take this for what is sounds like:

Don’t talk to me

You’re existence means nothing

Right now to me


Blank face blank stare

I’m not looking at you or your being

Past those blobs of human lives

I watch my life walk towards the edge

And fall off

I would try to catch the falling figure

But I stay still like God

Unhelping and Unreal

Watch as I lose myself to myself


I want to feel nothing

Blank as the atoms hit Absolute Zero

Mean I will be

Or is it simply uncaring

The cold indifference is scarier than

Anger, hate, and mean

Everyone else’s voices will burn

Along with the demons I live with

We’ll be dancing on top of the corpses

Eating despair and confusion for dinner

❤ thebelovedworld