Hot hours of the afternoon - Serban Savu, 2007
Romanian , b. 1978 -
Oil on canvas , 29 x 40 cm.
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I Just Have This Sort Of Uninspiredness in Me
Dull afternoons
Blinding heat
Below the reluctant moon,
Smokey streets.
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Humdrum skies,
Imitation breeze,
Weary eyes,
A dusty sneeze.
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Orange light in closed eyes,
Cold when outside burns,
I hope the languid street,
Into cool water spurns.
- Sarah
© Sarah Singh 2023
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it's going to be so hot when aziraphale finally lets go of all the anxiety he has about being with crowley and we can see him just. fully confident in their relationship and also in general. SO hot
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domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.
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They just don't make computers hot like they used to
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