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ྀི ㅤׅ PERSISTING IS NOT HARD. YOU JUST THINK IT ISN'T REALISTIC ENOUGH. “ ₊

　 ⌢ . ꒰ ⌢୨୧⌢ ꒱ . ⌢

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝓨ou assume things without seeing them, or having the 3d confirm them to you every single day, and one of them is going to sleep and waking up in the morning with the sun still rising.

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝓛et's pause on that one real quick. You don't affirm multiple times to wake up in the morning. You don't meditate or do manifestation techniques to wake up in the morning. You don't even "deal" with what you see in the 3d to wake up in the morning even if you have absolutely no proof or guarantee that you could wake up the next morning. You just assume you do. THEREFORE YOU DO!!

꒰୨୧◞ 。 𝓛ike genuinely you could be walking around in this physical 3d world right now assuming like you have decades of your life ahead of you and you don't care. You don't care what's being shown in the 3d to the point where you don't even think about it. How many choices have you had that is so ignorant towards your physical health, but you don't care because you just assume you'll still wake up the next morning? Drinking coca cola, getting a scraped knee, slipping on something and falling.

꒰୨୧◞ 。 𝓨ou don't care, even if the 3d would give you a stomach ache or make your pain receptors act up because you still assume that you're going to wake up the next morning with the sun still rising. And that's the point.

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝓓o you know what the definition of assumption is? It is thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof. You don't have evidence that you're going to wake up the next morning, the 3d does not show you that. But if I were to ask you about it, I would just sound dumb or overly anxious and paranoid to you because.. Ofc you're going to wake up the next morning! You just are!!

꒰୨୧◞ 。 𝓨ou have a whole body with a whole immune system that's been keeping you alive your whole life, it wouldn't fail you now. You don't have evidence of it in the 3d, but you have common sense to be confident in that persistence. And you're right. BECAUSE YOU STILL WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING.

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝓐nd that's your evidence. Same with waking up the next morning, you have no evidence that you will.. except the fact that you already do. do you understand? so I better see nobody saying they can't manifest, or persist, because you already do.

　 ⌢ . ꒰ ⌢୨୧⌢ ꒱ . ⌢

Anonymous asks:

I believe my question revolves around linguistics, but please correct me if there’s something I didn’t take into account. I’m an Egyptian girl who speaks Arabic (the Egyptian dialect specifically), and I am currently writing an urban fantasy set in modern day Egypt. Naturally, the characters would be speaking Egyptian arabic (i even have a scene where my character converses with a tourist and struggles to speak to them ‘in english’)  But as the story is written in english, I found this is really hard to convey, especially with the entirely different alphabet, and the words that simply cannot be transcribed (sometimes in definition, and sometimes in letters that don’t have an equivalent). What would be a good way to send the message that these characters are by no means speaking English (unless stated) without having to hold the reader's hand through lengthy descriptions of how a word is pronounced at every corner?

Hi Anon! This is a tough spot. I’m no expert, just a mod and fellow writer trying to support your fantastic ask. Any bilingual readers, especially other Arabic speakers, feel free to chime in.

1- Disclose they’re speaking Arabic, even though you’re writing in English:

Example A: “Hey, Noor! Wait up,” he said in Arabic. 

Example B: “Habibti, I haven’t seen you in a while,” she reminded me. It was true - I had missed the lilt of her Darija-Moroccan dialect-so different from the Mesri, the Egyptian twang, that rolled off my tongue.

2- Consider using Arabic semantic structure or phrases and idioms used mostly in Arabic.

Example A: She reddened with embarrassment. // They whitened at the sight of it. ((English would probably say she ‘turned red’ rather than reddened, or ‘paled’ rather than whitened. Since Arabic has this natural and fun ability to let color be a verb, which English can but doesn't have naturally - make use of it! It will read differently in English because it’s an Arabic construct. Use other examples like this that you’d know better than me.))

Example B: Consider using “May the Gods smite her house!,” instead of the classic English ‘Fuck You.’ Or use “On my eyes” rather than ‘min ayooni’ or its English translation of ‘of course.’ Since Arabic language is beautifully expressive, you could lean into that when you can rather than using common English alternatives.

 Example C: Consider interspersing Arabic transliterations of common words/phrases like; habibti/habibi; yani; mashallah casually through the story.  

3- When speaking with English speakers, consider using informal text/chat speak (Arabizi?) to communicate the Arabic, since it’s already transliterated to the Roman alphabet. [disclaimer - I am atrocious at this, and will be surprised if anyone can read it… but for science!]: 

Example A: Instead of (انت طالب بالجامعة) or “are you a student?” it becomes; 

“Ente 6albeh bel jam3a?” I asked, staring at the textbook in his arms. 

He looked at me confused. “I don't understand,” he said. “I can’t speak Arabic.” 

“Wain 3m tedrus? Where do you… y3ni… where do you study?” I tried again in slow, awkward English.

These examples may or may not work for you. It’s important to remember that there’s no single "right" way to do this, but it’s mostly about finding a balance that reads well, and feels good to you. Subtle cues like sentence structure, idioms, the occasional untranslated word, and natural context can help to show the language shift. Good luck and happy writing!

~ Melanie 🌻  

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۶ৎ MOONLIGHT & LACE: AUDREY HEPBURN MANIFESTATION PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest elegance, grace, and timeless charm—or script this into their shifting script! This pack is an Audrey Hepburn theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Enjoy!

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 You are the quiet glow of candlelight, the gentle shimmer of a pearl necklace, the poise of a ballerina in moonlight. They watch, enchanted, as you move through life with effortless grace—delicate, untouchable, eternal.

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒮𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Your beauty is not loud, not brash, but soft—like a whispered sonnet, a gentle sigh against lace curtains. You turn heads with a single glance, leave hearts trembling with a single smile.

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 A glimmer of silver on black satin, a voice like a love song played in secret. You are the midnight enchantress, the wish they make on the first star, the dream they never quite wake from.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 Café whispers, the rustle of tulle, the scent of fresh roses and poetry inked in the air. You are the essence of romance, the elegance of a bygone era wrapped in silk and stardust.

𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 A delicate wrist, a soft-spoken word, a kindness that lingers like the last note of a waltz. You are an unspoken melody, a moment of pure serenity in a world too rushed to notice.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒾𝑔𝓂𝒶 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓁𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒 An untouchable beauty, framed in moonlight and old Hollywood magic. They try to define you, but you are more than just a picture, more than just a role—you are an entire story waiting to be read.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 You move like a summer breeze through an open window—graceful, light, impossible to capture. They hold their breath when you enter, knowing they are witnessing something rare, something irreplaceable.

𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐹𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈 You are the unfinished sonnet, the love letter never sent, the moonbeam that lingers long after the night has gone. They remember you not for what you said, but for how you made them feel—lost in a dream of you.

𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐞 & 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 Soft lace against warm skin, the glow of candlelit dinners, the laughter of a woman who knows her own worth. You are the poetry in their life, the elegance they long to hold but never truly grasp.

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒜 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 They think they saw you for a moment—twirling under the chandeliers, laughing in the arms of fate. But like all things too beautiful for this world, you slip away just before the clock strikes midnight.

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑅𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 You are beauty beyond the surface, kindness that outshines gold, a heart that gives without expectation. They adore you not just for how you look, but for the light you bring to the world.

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐶𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 A silhouette in the moonlight, a voice that lingers like perfume. You are the mystery that keeps them up at night, the memory that never dulls, the presence they long to feel once more.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐩 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 Like a wish granted in the quiet of dawn, you are a rare and fleeting miracle. They may try to capture you, but you are free—floating between reality and reverie, forever adored.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 Every word, every glance, every movement—measured, effortless, luminous. You are the embodiment of grace, a woman who speaks not just with her voice but with her presence. They hang on to your every word, not just for what you say, but for how you make them feel.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒾𝑔𝓂𝒶 With the poise of a prima ballerina and the heart of a poet, you are a study in quiet power. Soft-spoken but never unheard, delicate but never weak. The world leans closer, captivated by the contradiction you embody—petite in form, grand in presence.

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 Your beauty is undeniable, but it is your mind that leaves them breathless. Intelligence wrapped in silk, wit that cuts sharper than diamonds. They look into your eyes and see not just charm, but depth—an entire universe of brilliance behind a delicate smile.

𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐹𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈 Not loud, not flashy—just timeless. You do not chase attention; it follows you. The world rushes, yet you remain, untouched by the ordinary, a portrait of old-world elegance in a modern age.

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒪𝒻 𝒰𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒹𝑜𝓂 You see beyond the surface, read between the lines, understand what is left unsaid. Your intuition is golden, your presence a sanctuary of quiet understanding. They may try to deceive, but you already know.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓎𝑜𝓃 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 Composed, serene, ever unshaken. In a world that spins too fast, you remain still—soft, yet immovable. Like the calm before the dawn, you are peace wrapped in refinement, untouched by the chaos that surrounds you.

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝐼𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 Like a star in a black velvet sky, you shine with an otherworldly glow—sophisticated yet playful, regal yet warm. You carry yourself as if the universe itself conspired to craft you, a celestial wonder draped in diamonds and destiny.

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝑔 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 Your beauty is not just in your features but in the enigma behind them. The world sees the elegance, but few glimpse the depth. There is something hauntingly timeless about you—a lingering essence of old Hollywood allure mixed with an untold story.

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 Lost in novels, enchanted by poetry, forever in love with the beauty of words. You are a character from a story they long to read again, the kind of person who makes the world feel like a softer, dreamier place.

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 A string of pearls, a whispered secret, a presence that commands attention without a word. You belong to a world of refinement, where grace is power and intelligence is beauty. The world watches, but only a few truly understand.

My face and body are absolute perfection. Every detail of my face is flawlessly sculpted to be breathtakingly beautiful. My skin is smooth, radiant, and glowing. My eyes are, captivating, with an absolutely perfect shape. My lips are full and perfectly shaped, complementing my features. Every inch of my face is absolutely mesmerizing, and people can’t help but admire me wherever I go. My face is unforgettable, and everyone is in awe of how beautiful I am.

My body is a work of art. It’s exactly how I want it. Every curve is perfectly placed, and my proportions are flawless. I feel incredible in my body, and it’s impossible not to notice how stunning I look. I feel like I could conquer anything with my dream body because it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. Every part of me is symmetrical and balanced, creating the most visually pleasing figure.

I’m the girl everyone wants to look like, the one who stands out in any crowd. My beauty is undeniable, and people are constantly drawn to me because of how perfect I look. Whether it’s my flawless face, my perfectly sculpted body, or my radiant energy, I’m the complete package. I can feel the admiration in the air, and I know that I am the ideal of beauty. Every time I look in the mirror, I see the dream version of myself. My features are exactly how I want them, and I feel amazing in my skin. I know I’m the standard of beauty, and I have everything I’ve always dreamed of. My body and face are exactly what I deserve, and I own them. I am stunning, and no one can compare to me. Everyone admires my beauty, and I’m impossible to forget.

Ok so honestly i didn't cry, and I'm happy she didn't kill them but killed max instead. She took away what they desired the most, what they were destroying themselves for. And she freed herself contemporary. Also it might be me projecting but at some point this book was so trans coded when she drew all the parallels between herself and Max. ||

It's all in the simbolysm i think, this book is not about revenge, actually Sam is angry at the world for most of the book, by killing him. She killed a part of her that she needed to let go off. Or maybe to make peace with. Wich was also what made the Bunnies seek her out and hate her because they couldn't make her like them.

Like we never get an actual description of Samantha, but then she says that she sees her face in Max and to me then she just looks like max, maybe with her hair longer. Max is a mix of all her ex lovers yet it feels a purely aesthetic thing, a very "I don't know if i want to kiss him or be him."

|| I think that her blockage with writing is like a symptom that something is wrong. Because she is not focused on actually writing, she is writing Ava, she is creating her as she goes and therefore she can't write anything else. When her and Ava get back together she is immediately able to write again because Ava is a complete character now that can make her own decisions (like thell max to leave) and so she can actually go back to writing.

okay so bunny by mona awad succeeded in areas I think my year of rest and relaxation by otessa moshfegh failed in which she created a satire that actually had something to say. the way awad deals with the concepts of loneliness (both incidental and self inflicted), female friendships, class and the pretentiousness of New England college culture actually feels purposeful. and the reason I compare it to moshfegh is because both books are satires with unlikeable protags but while moshfegh is too busy kissing her own ass and hiding behind “oh all art is apolitical” bc shes to scared to admit that she actually cares about the topics shes talking about, awad cares very deeply about what she’s writing which made it unsurprising to see she based it on her own experiences at brown university.

Samantha is not the most likable character and you’re either gonna cone away from the book hating her and her pity parties or deeply understanding why she throws them (especially if you read her as a woman of color like I did). there’s a constant theme of her being obsessed with her own otherness and its true especially when you consider (Spoiler) She created her best friend Ava from a swan in the pond . Ava is Samanthas ideal friend but also the ideal form of herself: cool, self assured and beautiful. If Ava is the good part of herself, then Max is the bad. Her dark thoughts, negative impulses and hatefulness. But he is also how she sees herself as well, or at least what she thinks Ava would find attractive, he’s smooth, attractive in a dangerous way, poetic without being pretentious (he’s a literal vessel for her to say what she feels about Ava all of which is written in her diary) and what I think is very very important he can fuck Ava. Something the bunny-boys couldn’t do.

there’s also the sense of how we lose ourselves in our friends, as female friendships tend to be all consuming to the point we really do melt into a hive mind and I think even the friendship with Ava is tinged with co-dependency. Samantha dehumanizes the Bunnies calling them by nicknames she gave them, robbing them of agency because of their perceived perfectness but once she is invited to the Smut Salon she begins to call them by their real names until finally in honestly the most disorienting section of the book they all become Bunny, to the point its hard to tell who is talking and I loved that I wish we got more of Sam as a Bunny.

the atmosphere and aesthetics of the novel were so fun a candy colored dark academia where we even see that the bunnies also put on airs around each other like how Kira’s voice deepens when she thinks shes alone, no longer concerned with sounding like. bunny. I like how each of the women have a genre assigned to their writing and personal style showing how even though they are indistinguishable from each other, they were their own people beforehand but they allowed themselves to get sucked into a vacuous pretentious bubble.

the commentary on class was great, especially with how sam is said to be too obsessed with being poor to have been poor her whole life and I think thats a very accurate representation of someone who’s financial status has been precarious for much of her formative years and why despite herself shes so intrigued by the bunnies and feels out of place in her writers cohort. rich people love to blow smoke up each others asses, which allows the bunnies to write horrible work because at the end of the day they’re rich it doesn’t matter they’re never gonna have to improve themselves. its also why sam feels reluctant to speak her true feelings on their work because she doesn’t have anyone to rely on lest she gets ousted

the usage of the all female writing cohort with the singular teacher was a great nod to the secret history honestly the whole book was

I loved how it was a creation horror story as well as coming of age the horrific parts were truly gross and the way the cannibalize themselves (metaphorically) towards the end was satisfying as fuck

I really liked how human the Bunnies were, too. They were the ‘antagonists’ of the story, but they told a story of their own and I find that beautiful. They were the image of privilege but much more than that. Some books tend to make characters that play similar roles very black and white, but Awad didn’t. I was able to empathize with them even when Samantha didn’t, even at their worst.

And Samantha’s relationship with Ava had so many nuances. She was the perfect friend, the perfect version of Sam, the perfect partner — she was an ideal all around. And even though it was written on her every thought and interaction with her, Sam couldn’t admit that she had feelings for her to the very end. When Sam creates Max, he is everything she thought she wanted, a parallel to Ava being everything Sam actually wants, and one thing that stuck with me is that he could fuck Ava. Not only something the other Darlings can’t do, something Samantha herself can’t (or believes herself not to be able to).