Sei scivolato in me bruciandomi le viscere,
strappandomi ogni miserabile bene che avevo
mi avveleni la vita.
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One of the things I liked about walking home back from the English department in my bachelor's was this spot, there’d be red flowers strewn there, I imagine some lonely man doing it, I want to think of only lonely men collecting flowers, to be honest.
—no red frozen flowers in the deserted college day, 27 May 2023
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I used to watch the summer go with such dread, knowing what cold and isolation lies beyond the autumn. but then I spent my summer waiting for a baby who would wait two extra weeks to be born on the equinox. every winter since I have anticipated the glorious sense of peace and calm that has always come with the spring, only to find that my heart seems to have recalibrated. I’m finding that I am delighted in the slow dying of the summer world around me, knowing that it will give way to a new sort of warmth, and that all that sleeps will wake again.
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I cried hard 😭 I am so fucking proud of Jay. He certainly improved a lot since I-Land. Listening to him sing like this — overflowing with passion — and remembering how many times he got turned down to sing the highlights of the songs they were supposed to perform, because he wasn't good enough for them, made me bawl my eyes out. Good work, Jay! Keep it up and just keep practising my guy.
And of course, Yuuri serving us his amazing vocals as always.
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here's the thing about wildflowers...
they take root wherever they are. grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies, and starless nights. they dance, even when it seems there is nothing worth dancing for. they bloom. with or without you.
Buy flowers; or if you are poor, steal one from someone's garden; the world owes you that much at least: blossom - and put them at the end of the bed. When you wake, look at it, and tell yourself you are the kind of person who wakes up and sees flowers. This stops your first thought being, "I fear today. Today is the day maybe I cannot survive any more," which I know is what you would otherwise think. Thinking about blossom before you think about terror is what girls must always do, in The Bad Years.
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Senecio cineraria - Leather Bouquet Wrap
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