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Diana Mooncrown posted a new activity comment 7 months, 1 week ago
Oh wow thank you! I’m glad you liked it :3
In reply to - Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, possible There is no such thing as an impossibility to us. You have to understand, we are the dreamers, children of the earth. We do not think, we DO. We enjoy. We live. This is all part of our exciting journey, it’s like […] • View -
Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, raised 7 months, 1 week ago
She was raised to be a nice child. Seen, not heard. Polite and adorable at the same time. She was raised to not have “fun”, to look out for others instead, to hold back. She was sick of it. Still, there was no […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, possible 7 months, 2 weeks ago
There is no such thing as an impossibility to us. You have to understand, we are the dreamers, children of the earth. We do not think, we DO. We enjoy. We live. This is all part of our exciting journey, it’s like […]
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Love it. And I read it exactly when I needed to hear it. Thanks!
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Oh wow thank you! I’m glad you liked it :3
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Diana Mooncrown posted an update 8 months, 1 week ago
A writing experiment about rain
PART 2: Make them feel itThe moment I stepped outside I could smell the promise of rain in the air. It was everywhere, this muffled freshness, making my heart jump. I looked up. The first drop hit my cheek. I felt it running down my chin, my neck, as I could not but smile at the sky.
I slowly breathed in and savoured the soft, cold drizzle on my face. My hair was wet already, my clothes getting there – but I didn’t care. The water was now drumming on my shoulders, my arms, my head, like thousands of little cold fingers. And it was getting heavier still. As I wandered through the empty streets, I felt like walking under a small waterfall. I could not distinguish between the rain and the water dripping from my clothes and hair. Small, icy rivers streaming down my face, my back, my chest. I shivered and laughed, jumped into puddles and spun around in a circle. It was just me and the rain. -
Diana Mooncrown posted an update 8 months, 2 weeks ago
A writing experiment about rain
PART 1: Pure descriptionIt started with one single drop. One drop of water, falling down through the sky, rushing past birds, past trees, bushes, landing on a patch of grass right next to a dandelion. Then another, and another. Soon, there was heavy, heavy rain. A huge mass of water rushing down, washing away the dirt and the dust. Then suddenly, it stopped. In less than a minute, the storm was over, leaving the landscape peaceful and the air cleansed.
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, binding 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I ran my fingers across the leather binding. It was warmer than I had thought. It felt nice, alive, nearly. I could almost hear the book breathing, whispering. I closed my eyes for a moment, then put it back into […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, flex 8 months, 2 weeks ago
a haiku about “flex”
no you can’t make me
i won’t write about this word
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, half 9 months ago
Did she think this was even half as easy for me as it was for her? It ripped my heart and soul out just to think of it. And still. I had to go through with this, there was no other way. Or I would live the rest of […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, zone 9 months, 1 week ago
Getting out of my comfort zone
That was what I had to do now
Though it wasn’t easy, hell no
Years of stableness had me wrapped up in their warmth
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, concept 9 months, 2 weeks ago
I could not wrap my mind around it. This concept of living, of LIFE was beyond me. He tried to explain it, oh yes he did. In hours and hours of long talks. He had changed and I hadn’t. His life had changed, his […]
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Diana Mooncrown posted an update 9 months, 2 weeks ago
There are only 3 things I know to be crucial for me falling in love with a boy or man:
1) I have to like his smile.
2) I have to like his voice.
3) He has to like himself and the life he leads.That’s it. No more. Everything else is optional, open to suggestions. Everything else can be a few of a myriad of possible traits. Just those three are the constants I need.
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, manners 9 months, 2 weeks ago
She had enough of thinking about how to behave, of following rules. The thought of countless rebellous young women in films or books, the cliché she embodied now, made her flinch. Still, there was no way she could […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, substances 9 months, 2 weeks ago
There were three of them. Three small glass bottles, shimmering in the dim light of a few candles. There was no way anyone could have known which was the real one, they all looked alike. Plain glass, unstained – a […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, puncture 9 months, 2 weeks ago
In one split of a second, it was like he had punctured the nice bubble she had built up around her. With one word, one glance, everything burst. And it came crashing down on her, oh yes. All the feelings she had […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, principal 9 months, 3 weeks ago
He was sitting in his office, tired. Tired of life, of the day and the night, of all the people around them – those that greeted him with a fake smile, those that looked up to him and those that looked down to […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, statement 10 months ago
So that’s how he saw it. It said so much about him, really, about how much he cared or rather didn’t. This statement, put just at the end of it all, in small letters, in a very “by the way” kind of tone. This […]
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, statement 10 months ago
It was just a simple statement. Small, quiet, very matter-of-fact. But it unravelled her whole world in seconds. Before she could even turn her face away from them, the tears came.
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, fuses 10 months ago
Oh wow. I didn’t even know that word so I had to close the window and look it up and then come back to write about it. Now knowing what it means I actually have to say I don’t have any thoughts on that whatsoever. […]
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Diana Mooncrown changed their profile picture 10 months ago
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Diana Mooncrown commented on the post, icing 10 months ago
Her teeth dug into the white, thick icing. It was the first thing she had eaten in weeks, it felt like an eternity. And this was her reward. Her reward for waiting, for staying strong. She had looked foward to […]
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A writing experiment about rain
PART 2: Make them feel it
The moment I stepped outside I could smell the promise of rain in the air. It was everywhere, this muffled freshness, making my heart jump. I looked up. The first drop hit my cheek. I felt it running down my chin, my neck, as I could not but smile at the sky.
I slowly breathed in and savoured the soft, cold drizzle on my face. My hair was wet already, my clothes getting there – but I didn’t care. The water was now drumming on my shoulders, my arms, my head, like thousands of little cold fingers. And it was getting heavier still. As I wandered through the empty streets, I felt like walking under a small waterfall. I could not distinguish between the rain and the water dripping from my clothes and hair. Small, icy rivers streaming down my face, my back, my chest. I shivered and laughed, jumped into puddles and spun around in a circle. It was just me and the rain. View
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