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Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"

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Grassland's   - Carla Vize-Martin

British , b. 1970 -

Acrylic on board , 18 x 18 in.

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Bellatrix

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#best of 2023 #reading recap #reading recommendations #I just realized I had forgotten to post this back in January #oh well better late than never

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#quote #literature #lit #literary quotes #citation #jeanette winterson #why be happy when you could be normal? #the unescapable what if

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I look at Ralph’s Voldemort and I don’t blame Bellatrix Lestrange

- submitted by anon.

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as i live and breathe, you have killed me

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what’s a good cutoff age for tumblr

no one should be on tumblr

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Into the Dark and Away 

When you've learnt by heart the patterns on the carpet The grain of the floorboards pressed flush against your cheek When you've grown sick of counting the dust motes Staring dazedly as they dance in the draft And collect under the dresser As so many discarded dreams When you’ve bored yourself numb and blind Stand up or perhaps crawl downstairs Sneak through the window, into the unlit dawn Light as a sigh, since no one is here to stop you Heavy as a sob, for no one is here to stop you. Through the garden, barefoot across the flower beds Bending the pliant necks of your mother's tulips Her ancient tabby cat, keeping watch from the parapet Wailing and whining, rasping its bitter refrain Won’t you wait, won’t you listen, Won’t you please try and understand You headstrong girl, You silly girl, You golden child But it’s too late for pleading, you’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good, Go over the fence and into the fields Over the fence and away

Go and sleep under the willow tree Where its long fingers will trace its sorrow upon you There you might find rest and forget Forget the lonely sound of the leaking faucet Forget the unlived life And even your own name

When the alarm clock rings with echoes of school bells Tolling mercilessly, striking the hour When the chirping of birds turns to nasty singsong Twittering their teetering chant When you haven’t closed your eyes in weeks And yet morning still comes And yet duty calls, clamoring for another ounce of courage Another shred of surrender, another pound of your bloodless flesh Open the backdoor, let the radio fry itself hoarse Let the phone hang and cry its phony tune Let the gate slam behind you, swaying on screeching hinges The old house, full of ghosts, nagging and begging Look back, turn back, come back You stupid girl, You lovely girl, You small, small thing But there is nothing anymore you wouldn't dare Nothing now they can forbid You’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good Go, into the dark and towards the forest Into the dark and away

Go and sleep under the walnut tree Where breath is rare but the slumber is deep There you might find rest and forget Forget the taste of bile of every family meal Forget the endless list of tasks And even the grudges you keep

When you are all out of time, of hope, of composure When you've crossed all the days, all the Ts Dotted the Is and scratched them out in every Christmas picture Spent the last of your restraint And turned all the dials on the stove Walk to the end of the driveway, to the end of the road The tar still sticky with the day’s heat The faces of the whole neighborhood, Peering through curtains and keyholes And that voice, sickly sweet, tugging at your sleeve Pinching your upper arm Telling you not to make a scene in public The crunching gravel, coaxing and cajoling Stay here, within reach Stay near, within sight Sit, stand, beg, play dead Stay, stay, stay You stubborn girl, You dear girl You odd duckling For once, let it fall onto deaf ears Go, through the thistle, through the thorns Following the cool rustle of rushing water You’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good Go, beyond the bend and along the river Beyond the bend and away

Go and sleep under the manchineel tree Where every touch is seared and etched into your skin There too you must sit still as the world eats at you Each brush like the lash of a whip But, at least, here you can ponder in peace As patient as a boiling frog Your head busy and buzzing With thoughts sharper than a hornet's sting You may think and think and forget Forget the whistled scream of the hissing kettle Forget the many reasons for your rage And even the way home.

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Gareth Mallory, I like the way you move.

#forget crown and country #I would gladly risk my life for Ralph Fiennes' M

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a rainbow t-shirt in target won't turn your daughter gay but Cate Blanchett in nightmare alley will

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Ada Limón, from "The Unspoken"

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shy in my wonder like a first touch

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Your Odyssey

Wherever you are, wherever you’ve been You can always come back Things won’t be how you left them You won’t walk back into youth Wear your high school running shoes And feel hopeful and thoughtless as you once did Playing fast and loose, with the wind in your hair No, things won’t be how you left them But they will be there still You will get another chance Not the same chance Nothing ever returns unchanged You will bathe in the river again Its waters aged with a few trips from oceans to clouds

I will be there, if that is what you choose Not a girl anymore Walking fast and always chanting in a whisper There’ll be aches in my bones and lines on my face At the corners of those eyes That used to look at you with a dark fascinated glimmer Having softened and at last, learnt a little forgiveness, I’ll stand by the doorway underneath the wind chime Or sit on a bench in my garden Among flowers and creeping vines Waiting, as though I’ve heard you coming from way over the hill From miles and miles away. I heard the very first step you took in my direction And each one after that Like a low drum beating A bell toll in the distance Singing the grief of funerals, and the glee of weddings

Not all is lost, but not much is new The roads you walk you have walked before And now, with the soles of your boots worn thin You feel every curve, every groove of the uneven ground It costs you To witness it all again The pain you’ve caused and the pain you’ve endured At nineteen or twenty you couldn’t see or didn’t care Now you have to wade in it, knee-deep and with laboring breath But the mud won’t swallow you The wind chime calls You will strain out of it, mired and somehow cleansed Ready for the last stretch of your journey

I can see it, this past-meddled future I can see the circle coming to a close I’d look up from my book just as you reach the gate You’d be changed too, but I’d recognize you anywhere, In any night, in any dream You’d step in the garden and sit next to me Both silent in the afternoon sun No words. No words. But a shared breath at last The war drum and the church bell would cease Having mourned the bloodshed and the wasted years You would be here to stay Tired of your travels and errancy Like Ulysses after many misfortunes Finally reaching the shore of home Or perhaps having washed up for the last time And resigned to grow old with Circe.

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🖤Spooky Darkness🖤

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Oh oui, Bellamort uprising ! 😈😍

Bon, l'immense majorité des gens qui me suivent ici sont anglophones. Mais si, par hasard, un potterhead francophone intéressé par le Bellamort passe par ici, vous saurez à présent qu'en effet, j'écris du Bellamort et je me suis depuis peu inscrite sur Ao3 !

Et si vous même vous écrivez sur the ship to end all ships, signalez vous !

Hellooo

La team Bellamort en français, où êtes vous ?!!

@josy57 est là heureusement ❤️

Mais sinon on est vraiment pas nombreuses ? Dans la sphère francophone, surtout.

il va parfois y avoir des aspects de ce ship dans telle ou telle fic, mais en général c'est secondaire dans l'histoire.

Soyons toujours plus 'nombreuses à écrire en français sur eux deux !!!

J'ai besoin de plus de fic qui se centrent autour d'eux ❤️😈

#Bellamort #ao3 #fanfiction #bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #bellatrix x voldemort #call to arms