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Musings from a Dreamer

Welcome to my writing blog (that might feature a few personal things or interests occasionally)! My name is Jessica. I've been writing since I was 12. I'm earning a bachelor's in Professional Writing (PR). Aiming to be a band publicist and poet extraordinaire.

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Opening a story file to work on it after not touching it for months.


Anonymous asked:
Never noticed what a good journalist you are :o (read your earplugs writing)

What a nice compliment to come back to!  While I’ve been on hiatus here I’ve been doing the music journalism thing with my friend and press partner.  Working on some new creative stuff for you, so hang in there for now!
- Jessica

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."

Gary Provost (via tuongexists)

Holy crap, what just happened there… (via cyrusgabriel)

Words, man. Words.

(via bookoisseur)


They’ve finally figured out their real target demographic. 


They’ve finally figured out their real target demographic. 


Your arms slither around my waist
pressing me against you while
your breath and full lips
hover over my neck.

You smile against the nape
and whisper against my skin
in your husky voice
sweet nothings and erotic words.

You turn my head
to make my agates and your aquamarines
meet before you lean in and
finalize us with a kiss.

Then I awake.


I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.

"Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense."
Robert Frost