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@chloesinkpen
Sorry itâs been a while.
Things arenât going so well but maybe soon.

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This is one of the most adorable comics Iâve ever read
Iâve been waiting for this to pop back up on my dashboard.. we are way too hard on ourselves.
This is so cute and inspirational I love it
A little story
This is fruits basket 0.0
This made me really happy
this is so encouraging
what if my piece of paper just says bastard?
Be proud of it, obviously
This is so cute and inspirational, and itâs made even better by the fact that the initial âsomebody once told meâ made me instinctively read the whole thing to the tune of All Star.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now iâm thinkingâŚ.maybe this is the good luck post
âŚ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
Can some writeblrâs reblog this?
My dash feels devoid of writers and I want too read peopleâs work and interact?
âWriters - if youâre stuck on a scene and donât know how get it done right, donât be afraid to use filler[.] [âŚ] Just. Keep. Writing. Youâll figure it out. Sometimes all it takes is writing a later scene to crack it.â (C. Robert Cargill)
I call this âbrackets of wisdomâ - term stolen from someone else years ago - and it includes everything from [type of braiding used] to [shit happens things go boom]. This is very useful in not breaking the flow of writing. However it can also lead to posting things like âDear Past Me, Fuck you. nolove, Present Me.â
This is a technique I use alllll the time and I wanted to definitely reblog!Â
This is super helpful in tech writing too! Iâll sometimes do âTODO: INSERT BACKGROUND OF SAMPLING THEORYâ in the middle of my papers.
YES!
I also will use the word âelephant*â in a place where I canât think of the right one, or to mark the above âfill in with ____â here.
Why? Because then I can quickly control + F and search for it, making sure I havenât accidentally left in a placeholder or a note to myself before I submit what Iâve been working on. Itâs saved my butt a lot.
* or some other word that I would never use in my writing/papers. Obvi if you would, add something else.

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This beach in Canada is filled with crystal blue tide pools and itâs so magical
Botanical beach, Vancouver island
Y'all donât understand. This place is SPECTACULAR
Very inspiring landscapes... these pictures make my fingers itch to pick up a pen and paper so bad!
iâm so done with the way girls in twenties are treated. iâm so done with people who literally create timetable for us. 20- 24  find a guy, 24-26 make him propose to you, 27-29 get married. iâm so done. iâm do not want to get 2 a.m texts from my best friend who is freaking out that she is gonna die alone. i do not want see my 20 years old friend wasting her time on some guys who are not even interested in her. i do not want see us falling for every nice guy who does not look creepy. i do not want to see girls get sad or paranoid just bcos they do not fill in the schedule. you are ok. you should enjoy your life at its fullest and one day you will find 10/10 so do not pursue 6 just because you do not want to be single. it is ok and one day you will find someone. do not split your love with people who does not deserve it. keep it for yourself and when time will come you will know. i know it hurts. i know you wish u could just open part of yourself and release the buzzing love. but not every kind of love is romantic. show it to your family, friends, plants, yourself.
Not a real criticism, just an expansion really, but ⌠ itâs not just the timetables we need to get away from, but the goal itself, I think.  âOne day you will find someone,â sounds comforting, but the reason it doesnât lay fears to rest is because we are all smart enough to know itâs not necessarily true.
My aunt is over sixty, never married, and never, so far as I am aware, ever even had a great romance. Â She dated a lot, but never clicked and now seems to have given up. Â My mentor is over seventy, divorced her asshole husband more than half her life ago and has never found anyone since.
We all know women (and men) like these.  And because we know them, we know that âone day you will find someone,â is just ⌠hogwash.  Because sometimes you just ⌠donât.  Or sometimes you do, but he turns out to be a cad.  Or you do and the universe rips you apart in the most unfair way possible.  And because society has us so fixated on finding âour other halfâ or whatever, we view these women as cautionary tales.
But âŚÂ
My aunt trains dogs. Â Her schipperke is the national champion for his breed. Â She spent so much of her life as a librarian, nurturing the love of books in kids, myself among them. Â I ride horses because of her, and itâs one of the very few things I do that makes my soul feel at peace.
My mentor is one of the best criminal defense attorneys in her state.  She has devoted her life to fighting to ensure that everyone gets a vigorous defense.  Because of her countless people have had the opportunity to turn their lives around.  Because of her, theyâve had a life to turn around.  Because of her, the prosecution and the police in her jurisdiction are forced to behave ethically and adhere to the rule of law.  Sheâs still, even now fighting to abolish the death penalty.  Itâs because of her that I am pursuing the life I am.
These womenâs lives are not nothing. Â In fact they are a whole lot of something, and it makes my heart hurt that I ever, in my dark 3 amâs, thought of their lives as something to be avoided at all costs.
So love your family, your friends, your pets, your gardens. Â Love your job or your hobby or your raison dâ etre, whatever it is. Â Love sunsets and the smell of rain and yourself, and donât love these as something to do as a placeholder until the buzzing, romantic love comes, but love these as things worth loving all in themselves.
Itâs fucking hard some days. Â The dark 3 amâs still come sometimes. Â But most days, I am so much more at peace knowing that I am not incomplete or waiting, but that my life, if it ended today, is worth it because of the platonic, familial, friendship love I have shared. Â And if the other kind does come someday, thatâll be nice, but it wonât make any of the others less. Â Itâll just be caramel sauce on a sundaeâtasty and wonderful, but the sundae was perfect without it too.
I needed this today.
I needed this too.
Iâm back!!!
And better than ever. I have been feeling inspired and wanting to... needing to share more. :3 so expect more posts and activity soon.
Chloesinkpen reboot
I'm thinking of writing something...
...something naughty...Â
Who would throw me a few bucks on Amazon if I do? <3 to tell me.
Amazon.com: heart strings chloe elizabeth
Please look at my e-book if you haven't had a chance yet! :3 I am very excited to have my first collection of poetry available for the world to see. <3 Spread the word! Tell your friends!! By the way...if you know some one who has it, or a friend with an e-reader, its free to share and free with kindle unlimited as well. Let me know what you think.Â

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Amazon.com: Heart Strings eBook: Chloe Elizabeth: Kindle Store
This smol, starving artist just published her first book all by her freaking self! Sorry, but iâm so excited right now, my very short chap book is available on amazon for free if you do a 30 day trial or have unlimited...but if anyone can throw 3 dollars my way, you can keep this lovely little piece of me baring my soul, forever. Read and re-read the metaphors and anthropomorphic ways I describe one of lifeâs most complex complexities; love. <3 In many forms, hurtful and strengthening and passionate and familial. I hope someone will relate. <3Â
Apologetic
Here is a preview from my ebook, currently in review by amazon:Â Â
Feeling sorry for you
a tear escaped my eye
it rolls down my cheek with the word sorry
rolling around inside.
 I put on my mask, paint my face in the mirror, but in the reflection I see no pretty face Just a caked on powders, some painted on disgrace
 Feeling sorry for you I was actually feeling sorry for me More tears escape the eyes I thought I locked
They roll down my cheek The reflection of my gun cocked Rolling around inside
 But I keep a stack of lies in a little box Now I tuck my gun in for the night there too I know Iâm not here for myself And now iâm the one needing you But iâll paint that mask back on And pretend iâm still the one whoâs ok Tears washing away that mask again At the end of playing hero every day
Inspired by earlier status post:
                          Laundry Day
James Dean is drowning in my dirty laundry.
One day, maybe 10 years ago, I just stopped growing. I stopped getting any taller at all. In fact, I have shrunk since then, on account of the muscular dystrophy. The muscles donât just get thinner; they get shorter. So, I have these fucked up legs that are thankfully, visibly âmodel skinnyâ, instead of visibly âfucked upâ.
When i stopped getting any taller, my clothes accumulated. They say to âdress for the job you wantâ, so, I acquired clothes and got some expensive hand-me-downs along the way because when I grow up, I want to be rich and hot. That is the job I want. So far it hasnât gotten me very far, but perhaps its just because to be something âwhen I grow upâ, I have to grow up first.
I acquired so many clothing items that I could wear a different outfit every day for a few months if I wanted or maybe more depending on how smelly I am. Which depends a lot on the season. Its been winter, i havenât worn a different outfit every day; not by a long shot. But its happened. James Dean is drowning in my laundry. Or, at least not totally; maybe not drowning. But, my pile of laundry is now covering half of my wall-size James Dean poster. I guess itâs laundry day; and maybe time to buy more hangers too.
Seumas MacManus in The Philadelphia Inquirer, Pennsylvania, September 10, 1899
This is my âwork-deskâ most days! Cuddled up against my 5 foot tall bear. <3 His name is âHunneeâ, the way Winnie the Pooh spelled âhoneyâ. Oh! And he is almost as tall as me if I stand him up. Its the best!!

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First draft: Seasonal Love:
The early morning spring air is young, eagerly wrapping around and touching and pulling and pushing every inch of exposed skin; an inexperienced lover learning what to do with his hands When the lustful excitement of spring and the way he touched you that first night calms down, he is summer glowing with light, he wraps you up in his warmth; but still learning, youâre left with a few burns When the warmth begins to leave, you may notice his love is seasonal. Brisk and bold at first, warm and lazy later in his youth, he is fall now, icing those burns; now renamed the battle scars of love, memories of when nervous spring became a passionate and loving summer
When you feel him turn to winter, youâll remember him when he was the early morning spring air: young and inexperienced, eager to touch every inch of exposed skin Youâll remember him when he was summer, wrapping you in loving warmth until warm turned hot and burned you with marks of passion Youâll remember him as fall, icing those burns; cold but not uncaring.
This may be the last season of his love
For the late winter air is ageless, lethargically continuing to grow until finally frozen in place; he is a statue; an icy effigy to the clumsy grasps of spring, the passionate enough to burn touch of summer, and the careful healing cool of fall. When you feel him turn to winter, forget not the last winter; always followed by spring. And The early morning spring air is young, eagerly wrapping around and touching and pulling and pushing every inch of exposed skin; an inexperienced lover learning what to do with his handsÂ
Morning Caresses (2nd draft)
Edit:  Thereâs something to be said for  the commonality in the touches That the steam of oneâs coffee cup And the dewy and crisp morning air Will place upon our faces to wake us Wash the sleep from our cheeks And dry the dew on our lazy skin