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#The Leaving Season
lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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I leave, I leave— At the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it chooses not to drown me.
— Jihyun Yun, from "The Leaving Season," Some Are Always Hungry
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Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Fourth of July, Sufjan Stevens//"The Leaving Season", Some Are Always Hungry, Jihyun Yun//Never Love an Anchor, The Crane Wives//Michael Cunningham
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raeiyyn · 5 months
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when phoebe bridgers sang "I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater while all my friends are waving from the shore" but then jihyun yun went ahead and wrote "at the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it choses not to drown me"
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luminarai · 5 months
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Ringo says work smarter, not harder (also he replaced the pieces with delicious homemade cookies before the game even started. Taigen never notices)
stickers etc here
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waltricia · 5 days
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3x02 — How Bright the Moon
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hansoeii · 3 months
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need some help with that?
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wolfythewitch · 8 months
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Goddess of the harvest
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daftmooncretin · 2 days
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armand and louis are like that couple that have a baby to save their marriage but instead of having a baby they emotionally torture an old man that they both kind of want to fuck
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fallingforfall13 · 8 months
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I want to move to a place where I can find autumn in every corner 🍂🧡
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samglyph · 5 days
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Mermay….mermay…. Merlinmay….
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the-geeky-fangirl · 10 months
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yes i know heartstopper is "cringe" and yes I know you think it's not that deep but you've endured years of cringe oversexualized shows about high schoolers where the gays are delegated to sub plots I'm sure a few hours of queer people being safe and happy and loved won't kill you so please shut the fuck up
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HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch
recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...
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look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!
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Autumn leaves 🍂🍁
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stevenrogered · 2 months
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Can we also talk about how Buck has feelings for Tommy...who is literally a carbon copy of Eddie?
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actual-changeling · 9 months
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a continuation of this post
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Demons do not need to sleep, and yet he does, mostly because time spent unconscious is not time spent crying, which demons also do not do, and yet.
A deep, crushing pain resides in the middle of his chest—a heartbreak not entirely unfamiliar; he never forgot the smell of burning books and the lack of his angel's presence anywhere on earth. He never forgot what it felt like to lose Aziraphale, and the reminder he received was entirely unnecessary.
If anyone were to ask, he'd deny the crying, arguing that technically not a single tear has left his eyes in the last three months, sixteen days, and seven hours—not that he is keeping count—although there is no one left to care. Except Muriel, who adjusted surprisingly quickly to living on earth and having a demonic snake curled up by the window.
Crowley sleeps and endures a never-ending series of nightmares for about two months, and while he wakes and slithers out of his chair, he decides to remain in his serpent form.
The most surprising development is perhaps how easily he bonds with Muriel. They offer up a steady arm, having switched the uniform for a sunshine-yellow pastel jumper and a simple black skirt, and to hell with it all, the warmth, the touch, the soft breaths, and the regular heartbeat pulsating next to him do not heal the wound, but they stop the bleeding; for a while, anyway.
So they go about their days, Crowley coiled around their shoulders while they read or do inventory, reorganise books, and then organise them differently as soon as they're done, never selling a single copy. They sing, too, having apparently discovered a lot of earthly pleasures during his nap, low and quiet, soothing in a way he did not expect.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, the Serpent of Eden wrapped around an angel's shoulders was a familiar sight. The serpent remains unchanged, although if you were to ask anyone regularly passing by the shop, they'd tell you it seems sadder now, somehow.
The angel has changed, however.
As time passes, Crowley waits not in a garden but in a bookshop, longing for a thunderstorm and a white wing above his head. He watches the sky, he watches the door, and he waits and waits and waits.
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jobeancafe · 11 months
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count down to fall
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