the “you know that my train could take you home, anywhere else is hollow” to “northbound i got carried away as you boarded your train south” pipeline
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It's sad Kanan hours remind me not to listen to Sleeping At Last again
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and I am out with lanterns looking for myself.
Emily Dickinson in a letter to Elizabeth Holland wr. c. 20 January 1856
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Thinking about potential outfits for the TTPD set…
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Those boots confirm she’ll be wearing Victorian-inspired fashion for at least part of the new set. I wonder if it’ll be the same denim set from the Fortnight video.
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written in October 1904
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The Cure of Troy
By Seamus Heaney
Human beings suffer
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.
The innocent in gaols
Beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
Stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
Faints at the funeral home.
History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave…
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.
Call miracle self-healing:
The utter, self-revealing
Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky
That means someone is hearing
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.
It means once in a lifetime
That justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
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wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh
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How Did It End? is the most devastating song on the album.
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Ernest Hemingway, probably.
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I guess we’ve collectively forgotten how wildly successful Bridgerton is as a historical fantasy.
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Not Ethan Hawke from The Dead Poets Society being in a music video for THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT!!
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"Tell me something awful like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy" is about HIM
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‘and sometimes it gets me when crossing your jet stream, we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies’ is so fucking devastating bc not only does it allude to call it what you want, but also all of the references across her work implying that what they had was fate, sent to her by the universe, divine intervention. all the imagery of ‘starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night’ and ‘once upon a time the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned’ and ‘he’s passing by rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky’ come crashing down into the reality that they were always just outside of each other’s orbit
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