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Minami Gessel at Mirror Palais SS 24
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Preparing for the Bath by John William Godward (1900)
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Bacchante by Adolphe-Rene Lefevre (19th Century)
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whoever's running the choose your own adventure that is my life is an idiot
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Lionel Lindsay aka Lionel Arthur Lindsay (Australian, 1874-1961, b. Creswick, Australia, d. Melbourne, Australia) - The Witch, 1924, Woodblock Prints: Ink on Paper
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Kenneth Rexroth, from Sacramental Acts: Love Poems; When we with Sappho
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Italian Girl with Flowers, 1886 Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida
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Spiders Trump...
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Someone made Felonies Georg into a graphic. Bless.
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Reading literary symbolism of nightingales and they're often associated with love, but also sometimes unrequited or lost love...
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Hozier dropping Unreal Unearth while I'm working on an ancient Gods/mythology WIP is so beautiful of him
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every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again
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• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony
- Jill Thomas Doyle
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“I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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Terry Pratchett painting in the Dirty Donkey pub ❤❤❤
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