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#November parallels
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Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races
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Margaret Atwood, You are Happy
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Anne Sexton
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Beatrice Crane
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Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
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llovelymoonn · 6 months
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on november
james clerk maxwell lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read mathematics in november after one's fire is out \\ mary shelley frankenstein \\ maggie stiefvater the scorpio races (via @metamorphesque) \\ anna akhmatova rosary \\ emily dickinson in a letter to elizabeth holland early november 1865 (via @flowerytale) \\ l.m. montgomery anne of green gables
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ourobores · 2 years
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NOVEMBER
emily dickinson, the letters of emily dickinson 1845-1886 / isaac grünewald, nunneklostret / katie peterson, the truth is concrete /  william mctaggart, autumn leaves / jack turner, november leaves / valeriy mozok, preserves / margaret atwood, you are happy / taylor swift, champagne problems /  pierre bonnard, dining room in the country / lyon phelps, november at bridgehampton beach / ivan dziuban, houses with red roofs / greg kuzma, a day in late november / john atkinson grimshaw, autumn regrets / l.m. montgomery, anne of avonlea / victor puzyrkov, autumn in the countryside / anne sexton, anne sexton: a self-portrait in letters
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flowerbloom-arts · 6 months
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Moomintroll, what do you think specifically made Snufkin leave early? Also I don’t think it was really your fault :)
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His father's son. But also his mother's.
Prequel answer
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HELP—
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LOKI IN THE DESTIEL TAG OH MY GOD
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canolaaoil · 2 years
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I remember childhood in yellow and blue
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1. Who Can Sleep? Sally Davies // 2. @dakotajohnsongf // 3.Let Magic Surround You, Carmine Belluci // 4. @electraheart2012​ // 5. Kitchen, Larry Bracegirdle // 6. Hum Hallelujah, Fall Out Boy // 7. INTERIOR AT NIGHT, Ryan Kapp // 8. Letter for home, Felix Lee // 9. Monet’s House in Giverny // 10. @girlfromenglishclass​ // 11. @kernjosh​ // 12. On Turning Ten, Billy Collins
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1. [ ID: A photograph of a city at night. There is a skyline in the upper quarter in dark, navy blue, while the lower 3/4 of the image portrays an apartment building. Several windows in the building are lit with golden light in a random assortment around the building. In a few of the windows, sillouettes of people can be seen in black. End ID]
2. [ ID: an exerpt of a tumblr post, reading; let me tell you — sometimes i think this might be all a bad dream. every now and then, when the world is quiet enough, when the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, i feel like a child again. sometimes i wish i could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa, behind my parents’ backs where i’ve crawled after some nightmare. from the tv, a laugh track. i’m pretending to sleep. its summer. see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there’s a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn’t aching. see? End ID]
3. [ID: a painting in a stylized fashion of a cat sitting on a table from inside a house looking out a window at snowfall. there are papers on the table, a wooden chair, red and purple curtains around the window, a yellow patterned table cloth, and cups of coffee sitting nearby the cat. The cat is black. The walls of the room are golden yellow. End ID]
4. [ID: a tumblr post by user electraheart2012, reading; being alive is like: you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you haven’t known for a long time. you want to go home but you don’t know where you’d go. you want to go home  you want to go home  you want to go home. End ID]
5. [ID: A painting in a semi-realistic, oil style, of a corner of a home. The colors are mostly warm yellows, oranges, and browns. From left to right there is a calendar, a doorway, a console table, and a couch. There are mirrors, and shelves with books lining the walls. On the table there is a lamp, which casts most of the light in the painting. The walls have wood paneling on the lower half and paint on the upper half, likely white or off white, but appearing soft yellow due to the lighting. End ID]
6. [ID: a screenshot of a lyric page, reading; And one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster. End ID]
7. [ID: an oil painting,  portraying a rectangular set of windows, looking inside a home at night. curtains cover the left and right panels of the windows, and the center one portrays a wall in the distance with several pictures on a fireplace mantle. The painting is in mostly golden yellow and orange, with the window frame in dark navy blue. End ID]
8. [ID: a handwritten note on a blue, lined sticky note, written in blue pen. The handwriting is cursive. The note reads; Dear Mum, / Once you’ve cleaned this room and house, I won’t forget the sweet, strange and unforgetful memories. This box will contain most of my belongings and I hope for you to take care of it. End ID]
9.[ID: A photograph of a room in a house through a doorway. The visable room is a dining room, with a table with six visable white wicker chairs surrounding it, a white fireplace/mantle with blue vases and pottery decorating the top, and several paintings lining the wall.  The walls are painted bright yellow, and the triming of the doorways are painted light blue and white. The lighting in the dining room makes the entire room look golden, while the room the photographer is in is in regular daylight. End ID]
10. [ID: a tumblr post by user girlfromenglishclass, reading; Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents’ house took us to a new world. It’s all too fast now. End ID]
11. [ID: a photograph of two people on a bed. Both lay on their backs. One is wrapped in a puffy duvet cover, laughing with their whole face, looking in the direction of the photographer. The other looks up at the photographer, with their shirt pulled up, with most of their chest exposed, just wearing a pair of checkered boxers. The colors of the environment are light blue; the duvet and the sheets of the bed. The walls are white-ish blue.  The people are warm colors; pink and brown. End ID]
12. [ID: an poem exerpt, reading; But now I am mostly at the window / watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly / against the side of my tree house, / and my bicycle never leaned against the garage / as it does today, / all the dark blue speed drained out of it. End ID]
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[ID: two lines of writing, underlined in yellow, reading “one day i was seven years old, / after that all i ever was was lonely.” end ID]
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raayllum · 1 year
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So these are two of my favourite lines in two of my favourite Rayllum scenes, and I want to talk 1) why they’re so great and 2) why they’re so very similar. I’ve talked about the importance of 1x06′s line before and touched on why 4x03′s line is so important, but haven’t tied them together yet, so here we go. 
Both are quasi ultimatums, not in “do this or it’s over” (mission / friendship / bond wise) but in that depending on whatever answer you could get, it’s a punch to the heart or the hope of still having something to fight for. Callum is demanding why Rayla hasn’t just taken the egg and left and if she says there isn’t a good reason, well, then that’s that, isn’t it? 4x03 boasts a parallel conundrum. Whereas before Callum was asking her why she’s stuck around, Rayla is now asking if he’ll let her stick around after being so hurt by her walking out on him. 
And both times, the other party (Rayla and Callum, respectively) could leave it at that, and get frustrated and snap and sever the bond they’re building or the bond they have. But instead, Rayla tells him the political truth, and Callum upholds the personal truth by trusting her on the ice. Rayla has the courage to ask to stay - to express what she wants - and Callum the compassion to give her what she’s asking for, because he wants it too (even if it’s messy, complicated, and more than a little bit painful).
It highlights how much of their relationship is defined by leaving and staying - “You’ve got to stay with me” “Callum, I know my leaving hurt you” - even back to some of their earliest interactions, like Callum hesitating to leave her on the roof with Runaan before finally running. 
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chipistrate · 6 months
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Okay I love the idea of us playing as Gregory in Help Wanted 2 and seeing him break free from Glitchtraps control but hear me out
What if they pull a HW1 and we have to collect (therapy) CDs around the minigames to put Gregory back together and that's what frees him from Glitchtrap
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fragaria-imagines · 6 months
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okay so I’ve been thinking about this for a while but I’ve been wanting to write a list of my first impression on the boys, what I personality I think they’ll have, and my predictions for what musical genre/direction for each bouquet. this can go two ways:
A) im horribly wrong in my predictions and it ages like spoil milk
OR
B) it turns out I’m right about a few things
either way I think it would be a fun thing to do,, but lemme know if you guys are interested in that sort of thing!
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tayfabe75 · 1 day
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November 22, 2022: Matty shares a shelf of The 1975 lyric books to Instagram. (source)
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chuuyadelune · 2 years
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coloured in the coolest panel from bsd 103.5 🤌 i love it so much
i saw this and i KNEW i had to give them the red and blue treatment (which was inspired by the sskk black tiger claws scene in season 3, from their fight against goncharov). but i couldn’t decide which one i liked more so i’m posting both versions
(translation from @/buraihatranslations on tumblr!)
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llovelymoonn · 1 month
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on april
barbara kingsolver demon copperhead \\ sara teasdale a november night \\ fatima aamer bilal i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start (via @ivynightshade) \\ anne carson the glass essay (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ raymond p. fischer an aged man remembers april \\ cyrus cassells \\ anton chekhov love \\ t.s eliot the waste land \\ michelle o'sullivan the flower and the frozen sea: "bespoke"
kofi
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insanesonofabitch · 6 months
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I feel like watching spn in 2022 and starting it at season 11 then going straight to spnblr right after finishing it receiving psychic damage after psychic damage about how much shit was and is going on about destiel has had irreparable permanent negative effects to my brain.
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coldbug · 1 year
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happy foundations eve everybody !!!
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anothermonikan · 2 years
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Natsuri Nation, I am thinking about this again:
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(From a Reddit AMA Dan Salvato did all the way back in 2017 : https://www.reddit.com/r/DDLC/comments/7dvb70/hello_my_name_is_dan_salvato_i_created_doki_doki/) 
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eldarianduelist · 5 months
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beyond the shadow he settled for, there is a miracle...illuminated.
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Day 15: Song Lyrics (Balance Slays the Demon - Old Gods of Asgard)
There's so many lyrics (and spoken poetry) that fits in this song it drives me mad! Here's another piece:
Screaming, mute darkness, descend on this frail frame!
I drown in fathomless black space, light never scratched the depths of this domain
I see not, yet nothing could be worse than the shades my mind calls herein
Alone, at my own wake, the unraveling of reason's skein.
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