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feral-ballad · 2 months

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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

#ama codjoe #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon · 2 months

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

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mournfulroses · 4 months

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T. S. Eliot, from The Complete Works of T. S. Eliot; "The Confidential Clerk,"

#lit #t. s. eliot #drama #fragments #words #drama collection #excerpts #selections #quotes #writings #the confidential clerk #excerpt #p

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 months

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Goofy and erratic villian with an exasperated and somewhat uptight hero who has a crush on the villain? Maybe the villain says something vaguely flirty on accident and the hero has to pretend they don’t like it (and fails miserably)

“Come on.” The villain grabbed the hero’s hands and pulled them towards the dance floor. Eyes glinting, excitement filled up the villain. “Fight me.”

Utterly unimpressed, the hero just rolled their eyes.

“No interest.”

“That’s not very diplomatic of you. Refusing the enemy’s suggestion to resolve our issues? Come on, it’ll be fun. Just a little bit of combat.” They pulled the hero close, grip tight around them as they led the hero through the song. “Or are you scared?”

“We’re calling combat ‘resolving issues’ now?” Their eyes went through the crowd, concentrating. Professional. Obviously, the hero didn’t have time for their nemesis but the villain didn’t care.

At this point, they took whatever fell into their hands. The hero was a master at hiding, at avoiding people and the villain was not going to let them slip through their fingers that easily.

“It’s like couples therapy for crazy people, don’t you think?” the villain asked. They tried to redirect the hero every time they spotted the supervillain among the many millionaires.

Admittedly, the villain had been on their hands and knees when they’d discovered that the hero was going to be here. They’d begged the supervillain to take them with them and thank god, the villain had been assigned to distract the hero.

It was their favourite activity.

“I can’t argue with that, I suppose.” The hero shrugged. “I am not interested in making a scene, though.”

“But it’s so much fun...” Again, the villain pulled them closer, staring through half-lidded eyes at that heroic face.

One time, the hero’s hard shell had cracked in front of the villain. Ever since, the villain tried to crack it again, not because they wanted to torment the hero but because they needed the hero to know that being imperfect and vulnerable was normal.

The hero forgot that they were human sometimes.

“You’re aware that I am going to crush you like a beetle, right?”

And the villain had seen other people lose their mind to that.

“Oh, I’d love that, baby,” the villain answered. The hero’s face remained emotionless.

“If you think that you can distract me with your cheap tricks, then you’re blithely unaware of the fact that I am the best in this business.”

The hero tried to get out of the villain’s grip but the villain knew the supervillain wasn’t done with their investigation yet. So, the villain had to get creative.

“I know you’re the best, that’s why I want to fight you again. Gives me a kick.” The villain brushed the hero’s ear with their lips. “It feels good.”

“Ugh, you’re annoying.” The hero grabbed the villain’s jaw and turned their head away from them. The villain had to giggle at that.

However. The villain also caught a glimpse of their red ears.

The hero was embarrassed.

“Come on, grumpy…you love me.” They couldn’t help but smirk. Annoying the hero was a hobby the villain would never be able to let go of. Sometimes, they committed a crime just for the hero to show up.

“I’m wasting my time with you.”

Unfortunately, the villain spotted their superior. Giving them a sign to go back to the lair.

“You mean you’re having fun,” they mumbled.

The hero was quiet and looked (as usual) quite dissatisfied as they let the villain guide them. They didn’t seem to be passionate about dancing at all. They didn’t seem to loathe it, either.

“Let me invite you on a date, then. You. Me. Tomorrow. Bring your best weapon,” the villain said. They squeezed the hero’s hip, making the other’s eyes widen and somehow, the hero seemed much more human with their red face and their avoidant gaze.

Almost as if they did like the villain after all.

The villain could live with that, though.

#man I don’t know #You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002 Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns and then I think it was #Yves Saint Laurent wasn’t it? who showed cerulean military jackets…I think we need a jacket here. and then cerulean quickly showed up #in the collection of 8 different designers. then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled down into some tragic #casual corner where you no doubt fished it out of some clearance bin #however that blue represents millions of dollars of countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think you’ve made a choice that #exempts you from the fashion industry when in fact you’re wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room #from a pile of ‘stuff’#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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wafflesrisa · 9 months

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Carlos using Charles as a stressball

Or: Charles is so used to Carlos absolutely bodying him as a sign of affection that Charles has no reaction to Carlos doing it anymore

#charles leclerc #carlos sainz #charlos #these photos are in rough chronological order look at Charles just giving up hahahha #I want to emphasise that this collection of photographic evidence is SELECTIVE #there are so many more examples of their insanity #at this point charles is like yes Carlos will probably shove his head into my chest at some point in this video #he simply lets Carlos push him out of frame #they make me insane they are insane #formula 1 #Ferrari #scuderia Ferrari #f1

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adrasteiax · 2 years

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In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? (…)

Mary Oliver, from Song For Autumn in “New And Selected Poems: Volume Two”

#poetry #mary oliver #song for autumn #new and selected poems: volume two #literature #poem #lit #from my collection

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whatsagirltoblogabout · 6 months

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Neal Caffrey in 3.01 On Guard

His mischievous smirks got me head over heels.

#took me 2 hours to watch a 42-minute episode because I kept pausing to take screenshots of his gorgeous face #this is my favourite way to savour an episode #slowly building up my caffrey screenshot folder #I have 22 total from this episode alone #this is a mere selection of my collection #white collar #neal caffrey #matt bomer #photoset #episode 3.01

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uncanny-tranny · 4 months

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There's something so insane to me about being able to create and recreate vintage or even ancient music, clothes, fabrics, building architecture, anything, really.

I watched this video about a lady who knit a WWII-era vest, and it was really unique, because the cable work would eat up yarn, when there were shortages of fibers. This pattern would have likely been used by people to send overseas to soldiers, and now it's being created in a time where this war has been over for generations. What were the people making this pattern thinking of? What about the people making the vest? Could they fathom a world where world wars didn't happen back to back? Could they imagine what peace felt like, or did it fade like a distant memory, a faint friend? All we have now are the remnants of their efforts, a "simple" vest that would warm the bodies of countless people the knitter would never have imagined were here on earth with them.

We're reaching across time to learn about other people - we're reaching our hands out just to grasp anything tangible. And when we've take hold of something, all we can do is say I love you I love you I love you

#positivity #art #i also come across this absolutely stunning woman who collects vintage pieces from the '50s and it's just. it's mind boggling #or how we've found ancient sheet music and have recreated its contents #do you ever think about how we're time travelers #do you ever think about what might be recreated of us in the future #this isn't about nostalgia baiting but about how we learn and process the ways that people in the past lived #you don't have to feel nostalgic for WWII to be intrigued by this (it would be very concerning if one WAS nostalgic for WWII)#i just. i die a little inside because i know i will never know everything...#...i will never know every lottle thing about people in the past especially...#...and i am never completely satisfied because only a very selective amount of things are preserved and remembered...#...i wonder then what 'forgotten' people thought and felt and how they lived...#...especially as individuals or as a small clan of family and friends. i want to know them intomately - as if i myself have become emeshed..#...does this make sense. i don't just want to know about nobles and kings and the wealthy...#...i want to know what the lacemaker for a king felt making lace for the royals...#...i want to know what the rice field worker thought about when the fields were flooded and they swatted a bug away from their skin...#...i want to know what a mother of a small child thought when churning butter - her baby cooing and making a mess...#...and it sucks sometimes to know that we're time travelers but in a very narrow sense. but i still love what we have got...#...don't get me wrong i love it. but i still grieve that we have lost a lot of history - a lot of people...#...or maybe we have only lost them in the sense that we just haven't located and found them *yet*#anyway i've watched that video multiple times now and i just go absolutely animalistic thinking about it #all of this is complex and i have Plenty of thoughts about that. but at least to me this is what i've seen a lot - a lot of love #and isn't studying this - recreating it and analyzing it - isn't that a form of love?#am i... a nosy person..........

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thepathetickind · 10 days

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he likes blonde girls and cigarettes, red wine or a bottle of whiskey for the night

by laurenmaerie, messy minds // drunk writings

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gunthermunch · 1 year

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[Transcript under the cut]

Ernest: okay, so, let's start from a couple months back. Carmen: i'm listening Ernest: I showed Mortimer my old novels, telling him i'd like to publish them. He then tells me they aren't scary at all and that i should ''stick to my little watercolors'' and i'm tired of watercolors Ernest: so! after my dreams were partially crushed i spent some weeks pacing around and then i remembered: Forgotten Hollow! my mom told me about it! Carmen: oh yeah, it's ironic how easy it is to forget about that place. Ernest: WELL, it's binded so it fades away from your memory, turns out. Carmen: where did you get that from? Ernest: that's a good question to introduce you to my friend Ernest: one night i travelled to The Hollow, and after knocking on every door available, i arrived to his Manor. Ernest: this is Count Vladislaus Straud IV, he's a hundreds of years old vampire. I call him Vlad. Carmen: so… you just entered into this man's place. Ernest: i was desperate. Ernest: but! don't get me wrong, i didn't want his story. I wanted proof. Ernest: the hero in one of my novels was a young, recently turned vamp. his villian was a human. Ernest: so i want to prove vampires can be good, and that horror stories don't have to be antagonized by a monster to be scary Carmen: i think i get what you mean. Carmen: so is Vlad any good, then? Ernest: well he told me a lot about his life. he's truly seen it all Ernest: i plan to show this to Mortimer so he can take me seriously AND bite his own tongue off! Carmen: and you're sure this is the right guy to prove your point. Ernest: yyyyyes? Carmen: sigh you did not become friends with the demon, right? Carmen: …Ernest? Ernest: look, he might be a complete creature but- Carmen: i guess this was just a matter of time. let's just hope this works for you so you stop putting yourself in danger. as always. Ernest: as always? Carmen: oh yeah- Ernest: huh Carmen: I'm pregnant Ernest: huh. wait. WHAT??? Ernest: CARMEN OH MY GOD!! how far along are you! Carmen: four months! Ernest: four months?! Carmen: yeah! he was hiding in there. Ernest: but- i thought you didn't want more kids… Carmen: with Jacques, at least. But… Ernest, i can't put into words how happy i am

#another one for my collection of Selected Munch Posts i Love #ts4 #munch #ernest munch #carmen villareal #prologue

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feral-ballad · 5 months

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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

#bianca stone #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon · 2 months

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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mournfulroses · 5 months

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry written c. October 1936, featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 2

#lit #anais nin #diary #writings #quote #diary collection #fragments #selections #the diary of anais nin vol. 2 #p

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vinyl-girls-and-good-music · 2 years

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#@home #selected #sexy #music on #collection #black and white

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aboutbirds · 8 months

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Practical to the end, it is the poem of his existence that triumphed finally; a wisp of feathers flattened to the pavement, wings spread symmetrically as if in flight, the head gone, the black escutcheon of the breast undecipherable, an effigy of a sparrow, a dried wafer only, left to say and it says it without offense, beautifully; This was I, a sparrow. I did my best; farewell.

William Carlos Williams, excerpt of "The Sparrow," from Selected Poems

#william carlos williams #the sparrow #selected poems #out of my collection

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wedarkacademia · 1 year

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