Iām reading poetry along with my club members again.Ā
I read a poem at the first one so I hope this one will go as well and better.

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Iām reading poetry along with my club members again.Ā
I read a poem at the first one so I hope this one will go as well and better.

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Turn your handwriting into a font
I discovered this by accident and I thought it was really funny and cute:
1. Download the template from MyScriptFont website
2. Write out the alphabet and numbers in your style, using a black marker (felt pen). This is mine:
3. Scan the templateĀ 4. Upload to the MyScriptFont website, name it, set the format and click āsend fileā 5. Download it to your computer and install
And check out my result!
reblogging for writers that want to invent their own font.Ā
Fish is dying for a chance to write.
Hayla is dying inside of a wordless void.
-OLI
Dog: Delaila itās me, your husband, Henry.
Delaila: I donāt remember marrying a talking dog.
Dog: Delaila. Believe me, please.
Delaila: You beg dog, but whereās the proof
Dog: Delaila, Iām sorry, I canāt remember. Now. I just know....
Delaila: āCanāt rememberā, youāre sounding more like him alright. What do you know dog? Or should I say, āHenryā.
Dog: To be honest, Delaila, almost everyting I have ever known, I canāt recall. Iāve been wandering for so many cold nights for so long. There were times I thought to my self, āYouāre blinking mad. Chasing after an ghost of a path, for a person you hardly remember when you hardly can remember yourself. Why are you struggling so hard?ā My answer to all the doubts echoing inside was the naive belief that there was someone waiting. And that having them waiting any longer will slowly kill them inside. Delaila Iām sorry, please forgive me. Ā
Delaila: Thatās an outlandish tale that only you could spin Henry.