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“dream me the world—something new for every night”
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Whatever you've heard about Caraval, it doesn't compare to the reality. It's more than just a game or performance. It's the closest you'll ever find yourself magic in this world.
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Every story has four parts - the beginning, the middle, the almost ending, and the true ending. (insp.)
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OPHELIA (details)
But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
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people will be like “don’t worry it’s all in your head!” like babe… yes… that’s the problem… how do i get it out of there…
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“I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.”
— Rudy Francisco
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After the sun goes down in Pittenweem on the east coast of Scotland
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please dont stop talking about palestine . i do not trust israel and there has been multiple ceasefires theyve completely ignored . if we do happen to see iof soldiers leave and no longer occupy palestine , they would still need to rebuild . this includes medical aid and addressing airborne diseases , finding displaced families and reuniting them , etc ... their entire infrastructure needs to be rebuilt so please do not forget about palestine and do not let the US take credit for their liberation .
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Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018
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hello to all the beautiful exhausted intelligent resentful compassionate irritated women of the internet i love you
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2025 reading challenge: to read every single book that I left behind for ages on my library.
Grace and Fury by Tracy Banghart, 2018.
“In Viridia, women were oppressed because men were afraid of them. Women had ruled this country. And history had denigrated them. Erased them. Nomi was certain this wasn't what Renzo had been taught. He would have told her. But the Superior knew. Whoever had given her this book knew.
And now she did too.”
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Orchard House, home of Louisa May Alcott, in Concord, Massachusetts.
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