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passionate for photography. obviously. these are photos ive taken, some from travels, some from places as simple as my home town. either way, each picture tells a story, a pure memory attached. enjoy ✵
i promise, all photos ive taken are mine, please do not take them!
to check out more, my insta is @emily.mayled
[cover by:/ myself, featuring photos ive taken]
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HELP ME
DURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions, I have written it down, because writing is a way I can relieve my pains. Whatever I do, or what I may be feeling, good or bad, I write and I write where my imaginations take control and lead me into a place of transformation, like magic, where all those images pop into action, bring out their true characters. This is a place I buried my anger and all my daily pains of what this life brings my way. I write and I keep on writing until I have nothing more to write about at the moment, but there is a lot of time I wrote continuously without interruptions. You will find mixed poems of long ago I have written. -Judy Emery © 1990 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.Concluida
The Ex
|| Wattpad Featured || The Amby Awards Romance Winner ❤️ Romance Reads Honorable Mention. The perfect man just proposed and what was my answer? NO. Why? I'm too scared to get my heartbroken AGAIN. Spontaneity led me to the worst heartbreak of my life. A heartbreak that no matter how much I try to forget, remains with me. I must distract myself by focusing on running my restaurant and making sure my best friends have the greatest wedding on earth as their maid of honor. Simple, right? WRONG. Guess who re-enters my life after 5 long years? My heart-breaker ex. He's the best man. And he's not about to make things easy for me. Despite the hole in my heart, did I mention how bad I want to rip his clothes off? I'm in BIG trouble. I REFUSE to let him break me again. I WON'T make the same mistake twice. I WILL resist him. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.Concluida
CAPTURE | Poetry |
Capture : Like a camera, I aim to freeze every moment, emotion, and detail.
Quickies
Quickies when you don't have time to read but can't control the urge to read. The chapters would take only a few seconds to read. This book is a collection of extracts. Or short poems. All the edited version would be on my instagram. Id - escapades_magical ⚠️ NOT A SMUT BOOK These are responses to different themes suggested by Instagram reels. The images used belong to the rightful owner. NOT EDITED. - feel free to point out grammatical mistakes. Ps.- If you feel something's wrong or wrongly said and hurtfull please let me know I might haven't proofread it and there might be some misunderstanding. So please let me know so that I don thurt anyone else's feelings.Concluida
Oblivion (Completed)
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The Days With No Sun
Sometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of rants and thoughts and poems for you guys. Everything is written how I wanted it to be rants will be long with few pauses and there will be mistakes I might have skipped over. Aha. Poems at the beginning from when I was 15 years old to now when Im 18. Truly a visual of my writing evolution. Edited by @ChemicalStarling who writes a lot but never posts! Read on, loves. I'll see you on the other side...Concluida
Mute love
You are angry I know, I know I was wrong, I did wrong, if you are mad then hit me, slap me, punch me, hurt me physically, I would bear that, but don't go away from me, it's hurting me internally. " I parted my lips with an exhale, why is he doing this? No one ever said that to me. Not even my so-called fiance. He showed me my mistakes when I was mad but look at this man. " Do you want me to beg?? " I stepped back when his knees touched the ground " I am on my knees " He held both of his ears with between his thumb and index finger of both of his hands. " I am begging you, please " I kept on staring at him and tears gathered in my eyes. He doesn't need to do such things for me, he shouldn't care, he shouldn't give a shit if I am angry. Because even if he gained my forgiveness, it doesn't mean anything , I can't go back to him , why should I? " Why are you staring at me, please say something , Anshika?? " I stepped back, one two three... ... . . After three steps I turned around to run, I can't find a better option at this point, but I could not, when I felt a steel grip on my wrist " Please stop it!! " this is love story of mute girl and heart broken cold man who used to be the sweetest person onceConcluida
DISCLAIMER: Some of the works within here will contain photos. All photos or drawings were created by me or were given access to me, and they are all either photos of the events off which the writing itself is based, or they were created to represent the event that was discussed. Most of my writing is deeply personal to me and some of them have roots in real situations in my life, while others are fictitious and SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN LITERALLY. My previous writing scrapbook was filled to the brim with my thoughts put down to words, so now it's time to finish off the year with a new edition of my writing scrapbook. This year my emotions have gone awry, so I've been unable to put away my pen and paper. This will contain various snippets of my writing, such as poetry, short stories, excerpts, quotes, vents, and other mediums.
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