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  • writersbay 1d

    Write something about love. What does it feel like to love someone?

    Tag and share it with #lovec

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    Soul Mates

    I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

    – Lang Leav

  • writersbay 2d

    How to get out of this labyrinth of suffering? How to actually forgive someone? Write about the act of forgiveness.

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    The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

    – John Green

  • writersbay 3d

    Write a poem about the end of November. Or maybe a farewell letter?

    Tag and share with #novendc

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    This November there seems
    to be nothing to say.

    – Anne Sexton

  • writersbay 4d

    Word of the day: Confetti

    Tag and share with #confettic

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    Sundays are like confetti floating in the air in slow motion, in the evening they reach the ground and you hope a bit of wind could blow on them so they could fly a bit longer.

    – Alain Bremond-Torrent

  • writersbay 4d

    Good Afternoon, everyone! 🌼

    Write about falling in love. Does it hurt?

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    Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

    – Haruki Murakami

  • writersbay 1w

    Do you ever question your existence? Your identity? Who you are? How many versions of you are living inside of you? Today write about different versions of yourself.

    Tag and share with #whoamic

    P.S. - Our team was a little busy in the past few days. We are sorry for disappearing. Hope everyone is doing fine! 🌼

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    My god, my god, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?

    – Fernando Pessoa

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    Today write about acceptance. Write about accepting all the risks and consequences of our actions.

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    Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

    — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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    Word of the day: Thunder

    Tag and share with #thunderc

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    Another secret of the universe: sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

    – Benjamin Allire Saenz

  • writersbay 2w

    Write a poem about winters.

    Tag and share with #winterc

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    Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

    – Edith Sitwell

  • writersbay 2w

    Listen to a piece of music and write about the images that it brings into your mind. Include one or two lyrics in your write-up as well. But don’t forget to give the credits where it’s due.

    Tag and share with #musicc

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    Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they'll listen now

    – Vincent / Don McLean