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Day 47, 2018 ... In our hardest moments in life, we search vigorously for some beauty- some thing that makes it worth continuing, and that helps us not only in the moment, but also in the future, when we look back on the good times. 💖 _ #livebywords #lifemories #thegoodtimes #life #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunityofinstagram #writer #writers #creativewriting #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writersunite #poetrysociety #lovewriting #writeordie #writtenword #freethepoet #words #spiltink #writing #write #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #poetryinmotion #igpoets #igpoems #igwriters
"acknowledgement"  I appreciate your presence here💙🌸 Come join my messy life @and_notes
"I see you" #letters4m_juliet | Mirakee | Instagram | Facebook | like  save, share and follow... . . . . . . . #writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #readwriteunite #wordgasm #writersofinstagram #quoteoftheday #indianwriters #instagram #poetsofinstagram #writers  #terriblytinytales #tripodstories #tagathon
within me you always exist.... love birds?  naah more than that .. the relationship we have is always somthing special and only we can understand...jaan❤ . . . . . . . . . . . . . #quote#life#lovelife#lovely#lovethem#loveyourself#foodporn#writers#writersofig#hug#paintings#crush##lifestyle#beauty#boyfriend#girlfriend#follow4follow#like4like#songwriter#singapore#nofilter#photo#mensfashion#baby#relationshipgoals#family#clothes#child#mom
A new story begins or rather re-begins. The first notes are from November 2015 (scary how times fly). I have not been able to write before #skæbnebrevet was published. Anyway the first notes are: 1. A story about siblings, their relationship 2. Artificial intelligence, the relationship between humans and AI. Overall question what makes humanity versus AI? Is it possible for AI to develop empathy and feelings? More about this in the coming posts. #writers #manuscript
“Why so hard, when it’s so so far? I love you for who you are. Distance cannot split us into two distant stars because my heart is where you are.” - Kaushal Kishore . . Feel free to Tag | Comment | Repost❤️ (Don’t forget to give credit.) . . Follow @iamkaushalkishore for more.🇮🇳
YOU are Just like a Tree... YOU must be watered daily to strengthen your roots, as you GROW IN LIFE, Many of your leaves will fall, many of your leaves will be picked by other people, Many of your leaves will be trodden on!! BUT STILL... NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE TRY TO MAKE YOU FEEL LESS WORTHY... YOU will still blossom... YOU must continue to water YOUR ROOTS... ONE DAY YOU WILL WAKE UP AND FIND THAT YOU HAVE GROWN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FRUITS.... that is when you should begin to climb.. there will be fruits within your reach, which will be the taster... BUT If you really want to eat, keep climbing. The sweetest fruits are on the top of the tree!! - Freedom #freedombyeleftheria #handcrafted #treeoflife #lampshade #unique #design #branches #poems #writers #stories #books #fantasy #truth #myths #facts #imagination #composers #production #moviemaker #theatre #theatretheme #bespokenlyrics #crafts #home #decor
Привіііт 🤗 Звикаю знову бути брюнеткою 😎 Можливо то лише я така 🙊 але як на мене то так у кожної - найменші зміни зовнішності , то великі зміни в житті 😅 Колір , стрижку , та будь що . І відразу все по новому 🙌 Я от звикаю до нового образу і дуже подобається. Останній раз змінювала колір рік назад і то був блонд .👱🏻‍♀️🤘 Зараз волосся відросло , віджило . І я наважилась знову щось змінювати 💇🏻‍♀️. Моє волосся було вже усіх кольорів райдуги , як говорить моя мама 😅 Але то трохи перебільшення. Була червоною , рижою , чорною , блондою , з омбре, каштановою .. попелястою 🙀 Зараз планую зупинитись на цьому кольорі , або чуть світлішому 😌 Які у вас були експеременти з волоссям? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . #versagram #look #inspiration #textmessage #typography #reading #write #writer #writers  #words #words #vsco #blogger #lifestyleblogger #ivanofrankivskgram #ivanofrankivsk #like4like #like2like #likeforfollow #like4likeback #likeagirl #likebackteam #ukrainiangirl #americangirl #polandgirl #italiangirl .#vscocam #vscocamgram #vscoflowers .
As I Fly (by Valormore)  Some people love flying. It scares me and I think I’m starting to hate it already. I try not to think about it, or look at the patchwork appearance of fields and houses below. In my mind, I bring up images of happier times. Times when I would hold my wife close and feel her heart beating in sync with mine. Remembering the hopeful plans for our future gives a place for fear of flying to return and shatters the momentary bliss.  The wind burns my skin as it rushes past. I think of the World War 1 pilots who flew in open cockpits while dogfighting in the air. I recollect the testimonial of one of those pilots, about loving the sting of the wind and the free feeling of flying a bi-winged plane. I attempt to put myself in his place and pretend I’m in one of those dogfights. It lends me no joy for the reason I imagine the Bloody Red Barron coming up behind me with his machine guns blasting. It is now more difficult to shake the anxiety. With every passing moment, dread permeates my being.  I think of our children, a boy in first grade a girl in third grade. Their happy faces keep me company, for a while. We laugh, as we did on Christmas morning. Then my thoughts turn to our meager savings for their college fund. Will they be able to get a higher education without me working through the years? I can’t bear to think of them like that. I attempt to remember our wedding day; all I can conjure is a scene of her crying, because I’m not with her.  No, flying is no great joy for me in fact it terrifies me. You need to understand my situation. When the terrorist shot his gun in the airliner, the side of the plane burst open. I was blown out at thirty thousand feet. It seems like a long time ago. I’m afraid to look down to see the ground rushing to meet me. I can feel the air getting warmer. I can smell the aroma of the trees. My heart is racing.  I told my family I love them as I boarded the plane. I wish I had hugged them a little longer. . ©

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