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lucidloving · 6 months

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That Would Be Enough—Lin Manuel-Miranda // @lucidloving // Louise Glück, "Sunrise" // Arnold Lobel, Days With Frog and Toad: Tomorrow // @sproutlett // Alexandra Potter, The Two Lives of Miss Charlotte Merryweather // @forheksed

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flum3n · 8 months

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the universal experience of beginning 'pride and prejudice' (2005) with the opinion that matthew macfadyen as mr darcy is perfectly tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt you and ending it bewitched, body and soul.

#we get both the mr darcy love at first sight of keira knightley as elizabeth bennet #and the slow burn of elizabeth's feelings for matthew macfadyen #this is from watching several gorls react to it on youtube #and my own feelings of eh he's not bad looking to THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A MORE PERFECT MAN-#pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 2005 #jane austen #mr darcy #fitzwilliam darcy #joe wright #you're a clever director #matthew macfadyen #classics #classic literature #english literature #austen shitpost #not poetry

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food-gifs · 8 months

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Autumn Baking - Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls

#food #food gifs #foodgifs*#dessert #cinnamon roll #pumpkin #pumpkin jam #baking #coffee #pour over #autumn #fall #cottagecore #halloween #baked goods #food aesthetic #recipe #Poetry Of Slow Life #pumpkin spice

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halleehalfgallon · 9 months

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I was passing through a neighboring town and seeing the lush, green rolling hills and the blushing blueberry fields and the pale green lichens and fern after fern and while my first thought was my god, what a place to live!, my second thought was how many other animals on this earth look around at their habitat and think the very same, and how sweet that is. my old dog used to sit halfway down our hill and close her eyes. she was listening to the wind pass through, the stream go by, the seasons come in and go out without a sound. I’ll bet the birds and the crickets and the caterpillars do the very same.

#seasons #seasons poetry #poetry #maine #new england #nature #woods #home #homestead #rural living #crickets #natural world #simple #simple life #observations #habitat #rural #slow living #slow life

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almadoria · 23 days

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#almadoria #autorais #my photos #picture #poetry #photoshoot #photography #dark acadamia aesthetic #slow living #landscape #nature #warm and cozy #autumn #cozy aesthetic #aesthetic #cozy things #cozycore #cozy cottage

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poetrybyonur · 6 months

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Let my hands do the talking. I swear, your body will listen.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #writers on tumblr #poetrybyonur #spilled ink #touch #fingers #slow hands #tender touch #daily love poetry #your touch

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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Cameron Awkward-Rich THEORY OF MOTION (4): ANOTHER MIDDLE-CLASS BLACK KID TRIES TO NAME IT (via @sweatermuppet) // Wayne Koestenbaum "Figure;" My 1980s and Other Essays // Mary Lambert "Why I Slept With Makeup on for Five Years;" Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across // Keaton St. James DYSPHORIA CREEK // Richard Siken "Birds Hover the Trampled Field;" War of the Foxes (via @newvision) // Greta Moran Slow First

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theblue6ook · 2 months

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Shit Interview PT 6

Summary: Bruce was really doing all of this to humor Alfred, and then he’d tell him it didn’t work out… or at least that’s what he is trying to tell himself. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: This is the last part of “Shit Interview,” BUT it is not the last part for these characters. Basically, we’re going to be doing different series with them until they get together so stay tuned. Their whole story can be found in my “Out of My League” series :) Also, this is unedited so hopefully, it's good for you guys lol the next week I'll be a little MIA.

Bruce didn’t expect Y/N to be so quiet after their first encounter, and while she did have spice and a frankly entertaining competitive attitude after their run-in earlier, she kept to herself. She seemed like a pretty dedicated worker. She was organized and thoughtful. He hadn’t realized, but he hadn’t even eaten breakfast this morning, so the coffee and sandwich were welcome. The flowers she placed in his office reminded him of his mother. It was always something she did when they would visit his father at work. Bring flowers and breakfast. He wondered if she had done her research on him.

He cleared his throught, “Can I ask why there are flowers in the office?”

“I thought they were pretty,” Y/N responded from the other room. “Why do you not like them?”

“No, they’re nice,” he responded, admiring them.

He heard some shifting and she appeared in his doorway not too long after with a few papers. “A friend of mine owns a flower shop. Dorthie’s. He’s pretty decent friends with Alfred actually.”

She laid the papers on his desk. It was his schedule for the next week, he wasn’t even sure he’d be back next week. After a few heated discussions with Alfred, he decided this would be a trial period. Not that Y/N needed to know, he’d had enough arguing with her to last a life time. By the end of this he can tell Alfred it didn’t work out and that will be the end of it. No more assistants.

Y/N was having similar concerns about him not returning and though she cleared her end of the bargain with Alfred… she hoped he’d be back. She liked her job and no boss means no assistant. “You can let me know if there’s anything that doesn’t work for you on there. If you can’t come to something or you’re going to be late, or planning to, in your case, just let me know. I can swap things around.”

He looked pailer than the last time she saw him so she moved across the room and grabbed the pitcher she filled with water earlier, pouring him a glass. Her mind wandering, she looked over at him in thought.

“Something on your mind,” Bruce asked without looking up.

“Can I ask you something?” She walked around the desk and placed the glass in front of him.

“Hm,” he said going through the documents.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” She leaned on the edge of his desk. What she really wanted was to catch a vibe. Who was her boss? Why was he the epitome of a human disaster? The press says he’s partying but he doesn’t even seem like he leaves his house. She was hoping to get his attention, but his eyes stayed on the pages in front, focused. I know what will get his attention. “They say you’re a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and I can get the billionaire part, but you haven’t really done much philanthropy recently.”

He scoffed, eyes still focused on the words in front of him, “I would argue Wayne Enterprises-”

“Obviously I’m not talking about your company I’m talking about you,” she strained. No dice, moving onto the next question. “Plus, have you even ever been on Playboy?”

That got his attention and he looked up at her with an amused smile, “Why? You going to go look up the issue?”

“I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” she admitted. “There are so many rumors about you, but they don’t even seem like they make sense. Unless you’re hiding like thirteen models in your mansion, I think you value your privacy more than you let on.”

That hit something. She could tell. He sat and looked at her quizically.

“Speaking of privacy,” he smirked, mask back on, “thank you Y/N that will be all.”

She sat, a little stupid and embarrassed out at her desk. What was I thinking doing that? And on the first day. She really didn’t want to scare him off and her job literally depended on it. As much as she liked to say Alfred hired her, Bruce can do anything about it in all actuality, one word and he could have her ass on the sidewalk. Aside from the uncomfortable ending to that conversation, she still sat working, typing up the meeting notes and preparing a mass-email when Mr.Wayne stepped into the doorway, papers in hand. They looked different from the stack of papers she gave him though.

“Did you need something, Mr.Wayne,” she spoke without looking up from her email, giving him the same treatment he gave her.

“So, you were apart of the Martha Wayne foundation at Gotham Academy,” he smirked moving the papers into his right hand. Now that was a way to get someones attention. She looked up from her keyboard eyeing him and then the papers.

“Are you reading up on me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” he repeated back to her.

Alright, I’ll bite, she thought. “Yes I was once apart of the infamous Martha Wayne Foundation.” She continued typing on her computer, trying to seem bored.

“That’s for the best and brightest.”

“Mhm,” she replied.

“And now you’re my assistant.”

“Unfortuately.”

“Ha,” he snickered, “so how does the best and brightest become an assistant?”

You get cornered in a flower shop by two old men who can’t mind their own business, she thought. “Well if you must know my expertise was in engineering which I have geared away from.”

“Any particular reason why.”

“I’m not interested in it anymore,” she answered shortly.

“Hm,” he responded and then continued down his papers, “your record is clean so that’s good.”

“Yep.”

“But Commisioner Gordan is listed as a contact for emergencies. You know him well?”

“I didn’t realize you were a billionaire, playboy, philiantropist, and detective. You should add that to your list of qualities.” she finally stopped typing and looked up at him. “Don’t you have work to do I thought you were eager to leave at 3pm?”

He smiled, “I already finished reviewing the projects you sent me. I signed off on a few of them and have notes for the rest.” He handed them off to her.

“That was fast,” Y/N muttered taking them from him.

Shrugging on his coat, he went to head towards the door before abruptly turning around and looking at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Same time.”

He stepped out of the office, a slight spring in his step as she dropped the papers she was once holding. “Holy shit. I did it.”

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Bruce stepped into the pick up zone dedicated for him and Alfred. Popping into the back seat, he looked at his watch 3:05 pm, right on time to work on his case.

“How was your first day of work, Master Bruce,” Alfred smiled to himself.

“Please don’t mock me, Alfred,” Bruce smiled at him. “I need to be back here tomorrow same time.”

Alfred snickered and sat smiling as he pulled away from Wayne Enterprises.

“Alfred,” Bruce looked up at him. “Is there something amusing?”

“I told you she’d be good for you.”

“Stop it.”

“She’s quite a motivating individual don’t you think.” Bruce paused for a moment.

“She’s smart too,” Bruce thought back to Y/N’s slight psychological evaluation of him. “Did you know she was apart of the Martha Wayne foundation?”

“Well I did interview her Master Bruce.”

“Hm,” he hummed, “I hope she’s not too smart.”

“Excuse me sir?”

“Having someone intelligent work so closely with my schedule could mean trouble.”

“Don’t be dramatic it’s not like she’s following you around during your nightly escapades besides I think she’s good for you. You need someone to get you out of the house.”

“That’s what I have you for Alfred.”

“And that would be fine if you listened to a bloody thing I say,” he muttered.

“I heard that.”

@pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky

#batfam #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batmom #bruce wayne #batboys x reader #slow burn #poems and quotes #poetry #poets on tumblr

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lovely-abeille · 7 months

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hello! could you please do a webweaving on slow living and/or repetition? i love the concept of enjoying the journey rather than the destination<3

aquarium mental v, georges rodenbach // the fourth sign of zodiac, mary oliver // kahil gibran // song, allen ginsberg // eleanor oliphant is completely fine, gail honeyman // eating fire, margaret atwood

#web weaving #web weave #parallels #poetry fragments #fragments #poetry #poem #quotes #dark acadamia quotes #slow living #margaret atwood #mary oliver

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sfsolstice · 2 months

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