Freedom Of Mind - Tumblr Posts
Freedom is always the freedom of others!
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The request
It was early Monday, I was still half naked in bed and just feeding my blog on tumblr. I leave this question in my mail box which reads me guessing. I had already published some kinky stuff on my blog and also at only fans but this was really quite special even for me.
I immediately checked his blog as he was also on tumblr. Fuck I thought, what the fuck, he didn't have any kinky stuff or even sexual content on his blog.
No, just pictures of rivers that he must have photographed himself, because I had never seen them before. In tumblr, everything repeats itself, I thought, and stretched out under the covers in my nakedness. I read the question again and he offered me 10,000 dollars if I did what he wanted. I wrote him right back and asked if he was serious. He said yes and immediately sent me a gift of money via tumblr.
Wow I thought he was serious! But can I really do something kinky like that I thought and closed my notebook.
The modess
Well, as I already wrote, a world comes into being... With a few sentences.......you what is it he wants from her..... let your imagination run wild..... because I know. I had written to her, or is it just a story?
It is interesting that the idea still persists that one person can fulfil/cover all the needs and interests of another person.
I still hold on to that idea, but my reality is different.
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But I will never stop trying to find the ideal
We all like on an island in tumblr, alone and only see the lights of others with the same interests without ever coming into contact with them.
Everyone is celebrating themselves or trying to sell something.... Fans only.... that promise nothing but the simulation of closeness.Illustrations do not replace reality but increase emptiness. A world of appearances that invites you to dream on the basis of the needs of the viewer without the claim of truthfulness. mod
What i crave the most is out of reach
Жестокое мировоззрение, порожденное уязвленным тщеславием в сочетании с отсутствием этики, способно потрясти мир.
A violent worldview born of wounded vanity combined with a lack of ethics can shake the world.
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Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Buddha
Since when is the Russian bear afraid of a yellow/blue rabbit ... you should, has the bible history teaching us, never underestimate David
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.
Confucius
Anger is not bad but can be a drive to creatively change the world, but if anger becomes senseless hatred it only leads to destruction.
I know what I am talking about
the dead
I love people because they are free to choose.
Nature has given them a body to give them pleasure.
The great religions have always had a problem with people's sexual self-determination, but I never have.
What is supposed to be immoral? Everything you can do sexually with your body is done. All the suffering that religions have brought upon themselves and others. At the edge of history or in the middle of it.
Look at the world and ask yourself what is wrong with those who fanatically hate for religions that are different. Open hair of women is the problem, homosexuality is the problem, what is wrong with these religions. Which bring so much hate into the world.
Religions that uphold morality are mostly rotten inside.
Sex is what people were given to attain a state of divinity.
So submit to your choice and not to the compulsion of slander based on violence and false prophets.
Satan more or less
Whether I possess charm no only understanding! Look around at the increasingly sensitive and indignant culture, all this working against each other but not together and finding a compromise that serves everyone. We have a real problem and it affects us all. The climate can manage without us and so can the planet. But we fight like jealous primates over fucking territorial spaces that will soon have no quality of life.
I have no scharm but I am ashamed for all of us. And you really think sexuality is our problem. I would rather say stupidity and hatred based on unthinking propaganda brainwashing.
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People invent things to protect themselves from people, if anyone had thought that it would find a lot of friends on other occasions. I love the creativity and free will of people.
I admire how you can take an invention that is supposed to protect you from the destructive influences of evil-minded people and turn it into something positive.
Satan more or less
Who would have thought that such a beautiful fetish could arise from war and civil defence?
From Gas! Know your chemical warfare by The United States Bureau of Naval Personnel, 1944
Lord give us our daily nightmares made by people for people and through people...... the Breaking News!
One should never underestimate the influence of religion on the best field of otherness.
Satan more or less
By the way, I have never preached hatred but only unbridled lust. Religious wars are not my thing. I want you to be unbridled, no more, no less. But you are not only hating each other in the name of religious arsonists.
I'm out of there, your choice your torment.... sometimes I think that earth is the hell of another dimension, nonsense was just a little mind game.
How many dicks does it take to fuck Ted Cruz, honey?
One, darling!
Really honey, which one?
The one from Trump, darling.
Sad but true, honey. that one old creepy cock is enough.
Satan and his bad girl friend
I'm lazy about someone who doesn't make mistakes. I have the deep sleep of someone who prefers the warm. I like the risk. Of those who take risks. I have a deep admiration for those who follow their heart. I believe in free people. Freedom to be. Good courage to show yourself. Slap your face! That's the way I am. I have a million flaws. But I live to feel.
~ Clarice Lispector
Eu tenho preguiça de quem não comete erros. Tenho profundo sono de quem prefere o morno. Eu gosto do risco. Dos que arriscam. Tenho admiração nata por quem segue o coração. Eu acredito nas pessoas livres. Liberdade de ser. Coragem boa de se mostrar. Dar a cara a tapa! Eu sou assim. Tenho um milhão de defeitos. Mas eu vivo para sentir.
— Clarice Lispector
Start in einen Morgen, dessen Licht heute nur grau bietet. Die Wärme der letzten Nacht ist längst vergangen, der zarte, weiche Leib schon längst hinter dem Horizont versteckt. So sehr ich die zumindest physische Nähe genossen habe, so sehr schreit meine Seele wieder nach dem Alleinsein, nach mehr Platz für mich, für sich. Insofern ist der heutige Tag ein Geschenk. Kein Arbeitsplatz heute, kein Menschen heute, keine Gespräche, keine Kontakte, einfach nur ich. Das mag zutiefst egoistisch klingen, aber ich komme nun mal mit euch nicht sonderlich gut zurecht. Und bevor ich ausraste und alles und jeden anschreie, bevor ich Dinge oder auch nur Ideen mit meiner Wut, meinem Frust und auch meiner Unsicherheit zerstöre, bleibe ich lieber allein, lade heute meine Akkus auf und bereite mich auf den Moment vor, in dem ich mein Alleinsein schon wieder aufgeben muss.
Es ist nicht leicht mit euch. Aber ganz ohne euch geht es eben auch nicht...
❀ Pansy n°1 = F*cking writer’s block.
I really enjoy writing.
Like a lot.
I think it’s because I have a lot on my mind and I thrive to get it out of my head. Like I don’t want to lose the ideas I have so I try to write as much as I can somewhere, everywhere. I literally have a note on my phone titled ‘Story ideas’ , and up to this date (the time I’m writing this) I collected twelve ideas without counting this book, or whatever this is. I have some ideas that are way more developed than others and some that are just fun things I thought about, but I feel like I could do so much with each of them. And I want, I really want to use all those amazing ideas and make them into the novels they deserve to be, but sadly… It always ends the same.
You see, dear reader, there is some sort of pattern that seems to come back in my life as a wannabe writer. Most of the time it starts with me having a dream or a daydream about whatever came to my mind this day. Then I realize that I really like what I’m imagining, that it’s actually really interesting and maybe it could grow into something more. So I continue to think about it for days, weeks, months, sometimes years and I end up with a full on story of ten novels and even a sequel (I may exaggerate a bit, but only a bit). And here I am, attached to this universe I created, to these characters I watched growing up and all the important events of their adventures I want everyone to know about, and I’ll be heartbroken to just leave it at that. To just leave it as a simple fantasy, a dream, a figment of my subconscious. I cannot possibly let it be forgotten, because I’ll inevitably forget it if I do not act and do something to keep it somewhere, anywhere. So comes the time to write, to finally put into words this story, this scenario that was entirely made up by myself and my creative mind.
Yet, when I finally have the motivation to write something, anything, this so-called motivation never comes alone. It always comes with it. You might be confused as to who or what I’m talking about dear reader. Well, I am talking about this horrible realization that writing is difficult as f*ck.
In fact, I always end up being lost in all the details of my stories. I always end up realizing that I thought of things, but not everything, and that I have now to choose the right words, the right grammar, the right phrasing to accurately depict the world, the characters and the adventures I have created. And this dear reader is so very hard.
Then I also have to think about all that’s in between the big events of the story to tone down the dose of action in the script, to show the character development, to exploit the characters' relationships and make the readers like them as well as relate to them. At this point, writing seems like a chore, a big task that is too hard for me to actually be able to finish.
Admitting that I actually started something and didn’t give up just messily writing down notes on a random notebook, I never seem to end up writing things that I like. Writing becomes stress inducing because I constantly think about what I have to write down after this exact moment for it to make sense and how I have to make some details pop out but not too obvious for the reader to notice them but not understand their importance. All in all my thoughts, ideas and anxiety create this jumbled mess in my head and I am incapable of writing.
To this date I have three started and unfinished projects. One that I started when I was like 12 or 13 and actually finished (well at least the first book or season because it was written as a screenplay) after having started at least four or five different versions of it. But as time flew by I ended up hating what I wrote so I decided to start it all over again this time as a novel. Yet I didn’t get far because I started questioning the originality and interest of this story that was in fact kind of childish. It was very important to me because it was the first ever thing I wrote down and I loved it dearly, but I inevitably left it aside.
Then much later I started thinking of this thriller based on a nightmare I had. So with one of my sisters we wrote everything down about the plot, the characters, the universe, etc… I even started writing but I never went past the first chapter. I was just unable to. I wanted to, really, because it has a lot of potential and I wanted it done but I dreaded writing about it because I couldn’t come up with correct phrasing and ideas of filler chapters. I was also so far ahead in my mind, already thinking of what could happen in the second book of this saga. I’m always thinking too far, too fast. So I have a second draft lying around on my computer.
Finally, recently I decided that I wanted to truly finish a book, that I was going to do it, and in order to do just that I thought of a simple love story which could fit in a tiny and single book. Like that no thinking ahead and finishing with ideas for an infinite number of books. So I took notes of ideas as they came, created the characters and found their visuals, all of that in a very short amount of time and I loved doing it. I was thrilled! It felt good to be able to do things so fast and smoothly. Then I started writing, it went well, I was inspired and I liked how I wrote, but came chapter 7 and I stopped completely because I was once again starting to complicate the task at hand. I was either distracted or not inspired or just lazy. So I stopped and a third unfinished draft joined my computer.
Whenever I want I could go back to either of those drafts and continue them, because deep down I know I am capable of doing it, of writing but I can’t seem to do so. I am just stuck with overflowing ideas but the incapability of fully writing things down. It s*cks… And it makes me feel incapable.
So I just have one thing to say: f*ck writer’s block.
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