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Spring in paintings
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The sort of work that feels like play
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Flying in a dream,
stars by the pocketful
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14/04/24
"I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
- Pablo Neruda; Every Day You Play
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friday 26/04/24
started researching on the basics in planning when moving countries as a uni student!! its very hefty but i think a good organization system makes it easier
♫ redbone - childish gambino ♫
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I'm reading Wuthering Heights for the first time, and homeboy Lockwood just came unannounced and uninvited to Heathcliff's place knowing he dislikes people AND THEN COMPLAINED when people reacted poorly to it and didn't comply to his demands. Like mister, they are not the ones being rude right now.
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thelastrenaissance · 3 days
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The Swallow
Theophile Gautier
I am a swallow, nothing like a dove;
My nature is to fly eternally,
The nest in which the pigeons find their love
Covered from sight, would be like death to me
I live in battlements and parapets,
When autumn falls I fly on the wind's breath,
Leaving black towers for snow-white minarets,
Fly to the constant blue: no rain, no death
No sky can hold me, nothing stays my flight,
Each land I pass through never less the stranger,
My absent friends living within my soul.
My love's eternal if my wing is light
And, unforgotten, this eternal ranger
Across the world stays steadfast to my goal.
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wedarkacademia · 4 months
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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
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~ Augusto Cury
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chillpotato · 11 months
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Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'
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