- I looked at my own bookshelves.
- I asked librarians after telling them about my book.
- I asked other writers, especialy writer friends
- Goodreads and Amazon
- I researched the last three years of “best of” lists.
- I researched debut books of the last three years in my genre.
- I checked out a ton of books
- I considered what books I would expect my readers to be reaching for and thought about why—then applied this to my search.
- Websites for my search next time: https://www.bookbrowse.com... target="_self">BookBrowse and https://www.literature-map... target="_self">Literature-Map.
grayscale photo of man and woman walking on hallway
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, genre: genre painting, style: Realism, gallery name: Leopold Museum, Vienna, Austria, tags: children portraits.
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A Latin Grammys Primer in 11 Songs
Prepare for the big show on Thursday with tracks by nominated artists: Karol G, Sued Nunes, Ivan Cornejo and more.
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Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
, genre: landscape, style: Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: houses-and-buildings, cliffs-and-rocks, Tree, Palm tree, completition: 1902.
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a cat wearing sunglasses
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a white and yellow flower
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What if tomorrow never comes will we miss what we did yesterday how bout what we did last . if tomorrow never comes will we forget the things we did in the past , will we forget the ones we love . if tomorrow never comes what will happen with to day will our memories fade away out of those who we care so much about .
what will happen with the world as we know it should it crumble and fall beneath us if tomorrow never comes . Shall all we fought so hard to protect die without us if tomorrow never comes.will we still be happy when were dead will we still be around in some way shape or form if tomorrow never comes...........
Vasyl Cherepanyn to curate 14th Berlin Biennale
He plans for the Biennale to respond to the socio-political and cultural landscape of the city.
https://t.co/SaAWI25Dze
, genre: cityscape, style: Post-Impressionism, location: ParisFrance, tags: Paris, Notre-Dame-de-Paris, Medieval architecture, Holy places, Arch, Arcade, Classical architecture, Place of worship, Building, Gothic architecture.
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Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...
After years of training as a campus journalist and participating in district-level feature writing competitions, I have finally received my score on the first ever paper that I did as a college student ─ a whopping 23/50 written in bright red ink. My freshman self was devastated, and questioned the worth of all the years she took in writing various features that her publication adviser was proud of. “Was that all a joke?” she asked. She threw the paper in the nearest trash bin that she saw as soon as she went home to her dormitory, just as how she threw all the confidence she had in writing.
baby sleeping on black surface
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I don't like to be sad
too much joy
life too short
But now there are so many reasons
death
tears
love
Hidden behind my veil
my veil of joy
but the inside
is an ocean
Emotions pooled
began as a puddle
and grew
and grew and
grew
Overflowing
I wish for a drought
no more rain
drip...drop
But you...
you see this ocean
you swim in it
Joy.
Lightening the burden
drying up the ocean
making me
Happy.
So-Be Merry, it's Christmas ^_^
