my favourite thing ever
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important. —
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Words, man. Words.
I LOVE WORDS
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If you’d let me, I’d hold you, not just your hand or your body but also your heart. I’d let you rest on me and you can come to me and relax knowing I will love you and never judge you. I will be your home, if you choose me and I will show you the love I am capable of and more. Arms always open to welcome you in; to welcome you home. I will walk with you, your hand and heart safe in mine.
I adore the caption on this.
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I have to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival. — Audre Lorde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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