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vuedesoir · 2 months
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The Cost of Loving
I love you more than life itself
but I swear I'll love you better
if you let me turn the heating off
and you wear another sweater.
I cannot get enough of you -
I'm completely in your thrall,
when I see you bending over
to unplug the telly at the wall.
Yes, you're the only one for me,
my sweet and fragrant flower
(if you can ditch the daily baths
for one weekly 4-min shower).
Make no mistake. I love you loads,
you send my head into a spin -
which reminds me .. eco-wash on thirty,
cram as much as you can in.
My cup of love is full for you -
it overflows, my petal.
So make yourself a brew with me,
just don't overfill the kettle.
— Brian Bilston.
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vuedesoir · 2 months
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All the beautiful things start with the letter “S”
Sea, snow, stars, sky, swans, and Selena.
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vuedesoir · 2 months
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Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse
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vuedesoir · 2 months
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A moonless night cliff-side steals the sea from us. What was sapphire beyond churlish blue is just howl now: waves darker than closed eyelids.
Saeed Jones, from "After Last Night"
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vuedesoir · 4 months
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Page 15: Fait avec amour, Joel Ambrose Laurent.
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vuedesoir · 5 months
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Master post: The interior landscape design in the Rowland Institute for Science, Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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vuedesoir · 5 months
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jimmy's freakishly haunted house came alive by maz rome (@sicknessinmotion)
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vuedesoir · 5 months
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the image(of)the image
we are not after truths. we are after the image of truths. we are safer in the image of the image of truths. what we know is forgettable and what we don’t know we live our lives scared to forget. we are in a place between forgettable knowledge and forfeited knowledge. no door of any width, no squeeze of any heart will free us. once we are gone once we are no more less than we were. from nothing to never silence shame. we see only the image of wounds, and the image of the image of unforgiving fathers, slow-dying in firelight.
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