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libidomechanica · 7 months
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“Its blood and tuneless chords do from fiction wheneer he”
A Soyl ungrateful every crime.     Acknowledge aught except thou have heard from thee; and as her     bodice green hill in an echo in another line: so     long and fiddle. Afternoon and descend, no True Successions     were design’d. Shall call
me ungentle, unfair, I long’d     so heartily the rivulet at her into an     elegant extract much less fancies be. Which of the Danger,     never anchors; it’s no sooner presume? Seen beautiful,     the sweet golden close by
thousand fresh Forces in, and in     the balmy time, which in the Moon, the spot, where blowes both     with the lamplight, undespoken light almost addressing     what? Who in his Distance from that can everywhere. Th’     inhabitants of
necessary to the heart-inflaming     brand, whilst many nymphs, but to keep thy credit as a     monk may do the sun: where the five, six, and afterward beat     back without much better for this.-Wealth, by my Paternal     name.—Nay, their virtue advance;
but on the same route, and turn     the spot they never be? Or, had thought till now unshaken     like a sweet unrest, still afford; resolved to tie her up     for praise; now pray shut up their Passion could novels, after     Day, Design, nor am
I Mary Magdalane, was shaped     like a Lyon, Slumbring in sense flows in which some a little     like a weeping by starts, and simple Rustic to a     Cunning Power unpleas’d with smiles that a faux pas in this     is different seizure—as
with curses struck within his Book;     but, if a mightier arm could we know that was in his     careless nerves and heir—and one enormous shout of wedlock     and kick your fixed subject: a brave to burn and blood of the     Cavalier, ’ just as all
the altar whence they Prove: for this     Achithphel Unites the Malecontentedly, without     Title while sore than a stanch one; but now should he gain, his     figure fit to what this cap and sculk’d behind their fruit and     the just sit on the silent
sea, and birds twitter, thicker     than shedding seas of gore. Th’ Egyptian stones of the     cold, their talk with greenish matter than shedding seaward on     the parapet, rampart, and, from the silver shows that roll     in yonder bay? Beauties
I said, he never broke promis’d     land survays. Than true, you Draw; and Self-defence, so form’d his     pipe quite enough to fly from, as from faults, and even at     the law. Pardon a’ our single head was spared me: yet I     name, thou shalt taste the rising
under your breathed upon a     fray, and shadow where you great and white, and fresh Glories, whether     a sky’s or Eden’s bowers were apart; yet, day by     day, I bade it keep the wheels. With new meanings—through there’s     no describe. ’Ve walked
too alien to know it: when     the pearl-gray lightest splinters, among mankind, to feverish     pulse each in our youth, as an attendant lord, one whole     ranks: however she might make haste! Whose far-fet helps be such,     who though not prodigal
of Ease? Combing the scenes—though long,     to Persuade, that sings no Titles and briers, because I feel     it Mayakovsky got down that is it? Friends and to your plate;     time for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could marry, if I     can no more difficulties,
which made Solomon a zany.     It is what the hollow women could sleeps so peace and     having there was more of honest fame, than Ajax or     Achilles, and quaint, stopp’d as is the Root he grew more silent,     sullen, were heard the thornless
good broadsword he weapons: match’d     our Elders to praise the morning; but the King to Build and     set my true each sence holds a part potential: i’ve seen or     ponder what each upon its back afraid I’d slip through     thunder, and ways? Its blood
and tuneless chords do from fiction     whene’er he can make, what Prudent men and a term is     shown through and heaven and arrow-straight, thought of dread them leave     the pity oft will shoe my bonny ship, and shun the serpent’s     head, smoking tobacco
on a little dross, and out,     as thy present case: up Johnson came, with some summer-night,     condemned, not by our feeling t is true he shrank not from     Oblivion, the swell of twelve sweet express, still Dear to     teach though Ireland’s present
to hear your doubt if men seek her     notion, and the air sick, and in extremes between; your magic     lanterns, or aught of early risers after Sorrow.     I turned me this; say the lake doth changed my life a person     without a friend of Gold!
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eatmy-customjorts · 5 months
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biblically accurate terukane divorce
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walkerintime · 5 months
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toto bude příběh původu mého záporáctví
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bluesey-182 · 5 months
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cause i see the words on the page, read each word in my head, and simultaneously see it all play out like a movie inside my head, but im recently finding out that not everyone subvocalizes and it's tripping me up
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bungouchronicles · 7 months
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The world would be a much better place if Dazai got to finish his sentences
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laufire · 6 months
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It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed. Halloween Treat for @broodparasitism
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solunstell · 9 months
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Why is fyodor looking downright biblical in those couple pages
Panels that remind me of that one painting of a man reaching for God naked:
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ACTUALLY WAIT NO HES KINDA LIKE THE APPLE IN CHRISTIAN FOLKLORE HE IS AN INFORMATION BROKER, HE OBV HAD THE WHOLE DEAD APPLE THING, FIRST SIN (CRIME) PLUS PUNISHMENT, HE GIVES SIGMA AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF KNOWLEDGE AS SOON AS HE MAKES CONTACT WITH THAT FORBIDDEN FRUIT IG OF HIS GOALS also demon
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dailykafka · 1 year
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risequotes · 9 months
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Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 109
Mikey: You sure you don't want to join the Mad Dogs? 'Cause I was all set to kick Donnie out.
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(Season 1, Episode 14B - Bullhop)
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thehollowdream · 9 months
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Theories after 109 (Bungou Stray Dogs spoilers)
Ok, sudden idea.
I read somewhere on Twitter (I don't remember their name but thank you for the seed now planted in my brain) that Dazai's body looks strange through the cameras, as if Light Snow were used. At first I thought it was a good idea (I love when Light Snow is used in the and outside battles!) but then I recalled how he is KO right now (or at least, until chapter 109).
And after that I remembered the book I'm casually reading: Snow Country, whose autor is Yasunari Kawabata.
Yasunari is cited on Wikipedia as one of the greatest minds on Japan, with Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Osamu Dazai, and Jun'ichiro Tanizaki. In this arc, Akutagawa is one of the first vampires. Dazai is presumably dead. And then again his body looks strange through the cameras).
Maybe that person is right: maybe we are seeing a new character with an ability that works similar. We saw it with Kouyou and Kyouka: their ability is almost the same, but they are different characters and they had story IRL (Kouyou was Izumi's mentor; Dazai sent letters to Yasunari).
Maybe im too delusional to see a new character with a similar power but at least I'm having fun with this silly little idea.
Disclaimer: The text was on his Spanish Wikipedia page.
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dazais-guardian-angel · 9 months
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there are so many theories already being tossed around as to how Dazai could not actually be dead, etc etc, but regardless of the fact that this (obviously) won’t be permanent, none of that changes the fact that it happened. that I had to watch him die in such a horrible, cruel way... and he was happy about it
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libidomechanica · 3 days
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Ah, make me, the others liberty
” Ah, make me, the others’ liberty. Dies; take it is in somethinks his    roses on these world!—Or,    all the fall o’ertopp’d; but perfection raise. Off and be showers.
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kimberlyannharts · 11 months
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.......so we’re going from copying Tommy’s story to copying Drakkon’s story?  lol
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Integrating Logos into Art
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Credit: Etherington Brothers
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kougaonn · 9 months
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i think the reason edward cullen is so unattractive to me is because he's 109 and still goes to high school. That's the vampire equivalent of sleeping on your parents' couch.
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it was 43 degrees today
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