deepwhispersmeri
deepwhispersmeri
The dead woman
I'm not dead yet.
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deepwhispersmeri · a day ago
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Ever since the young lady was introduced to the high society, everyone has been talking about her. Other ladies 'tea party invitations, young lords' meeting invitations, and ball invitations were increasing day by day. The young lady was quite uncomfortable. She didn't want to marry a man she didn't know or attend a parties like other young ladies. She didn't want to live a stereotypical life. She wanted to live freely. She liked to reas books. Because the books were a friend to her. She even dreamed of becoming a governess one day.
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deepwhispersmeri · a day ago
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When the night was full of terror and your eyes were filled with tears,
When you had not touched me yet,
Oh take me back to the night we met.
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deepwhispersmeri · 7 days ago
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“I’m happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.” I like good strong words that mean something. Don’t try to make me grow up before my time. I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world! 
Jo March
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deepwhispersmeri · 7 days ago
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What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream.
Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir, DoP Russell Boyd
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deepwhispersmeri · 9 days ago
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Rest now, my love  It’s all right  The dark is gone I’m here  I hold you...
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deepwhispersmeri · 9 days ago
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deepwhispersmeri · 10 days ago
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art detail: gold, black & white fashion
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deepwhispersmeri · 10 days ago
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Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
Van morrison
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deepwhispersmeri · 11 days ago
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You taught me the courage of stars before you left...
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deepwhispersmeri · 11 days ago
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She was forgotten by everyone. Even those who love she.
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deepwhispersmeri · 11 days ago
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When Meri listened to this music, she would say what a sad song it was. Actually when I looked at the sky I understood what she meant. This song makes me understand how far she is from me.
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deepwhispersmeri · 13 days ago
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Frida Kahlo & Josephine Baker had an affair when both women were living in Paris in 1939. 
Kahlo had recently separated from her husband Diego and had come to Paris to oversee an exhibition of her paintings at the Louvre. In addition to her music career, Baker was, at the time, working for the French military intelligence as an ‘honorable correspondent.’ She would coax information about German troops and other military matters during her parties where she would meet officers frequently.
While the details of the affair have remained cloudy, it’s been confirmed by Baker’s son and biographer that soon after meeting, Baker and Kahlo became romantically involved. Both women identified as bisexual and were famous for boldly eschewing the conventions of the time. 
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deepwhispersmeri · a month ago
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Mathilda: Leon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you.
[Leon chokes on his milk]
Mathilda: It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon: [wiping himself off]  How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda: 'Cause I feel it.
Léon: Where?
Mathilda: [stoking her stomach]  In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... it's gone.
Léon: Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more. I don't think it means anything.
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deepwhispersmeri · a month ago
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as the world falls down
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deepwhispersmeri · 2 months ago
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                                      Mad Girl's Love Song
                                               By Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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deepwhispersmeri · 2 months ago
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Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.   — Nikki Rowe    
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deepwhispersmeri · 2 months ago
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The woman handed over her child to the lake, to protect it from people. Because the lake was also the man she loved.
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