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Nice redemption arc bro he let me live cuz he literally couldnt kill or stop me. My life was not in his hands. Choose bliss , Redefine the narrative. Dont be a sheep

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It’s my birthday today :) happy Daphne day

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i will not apologize for being devastatingly beautiful

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Alexander McQueen Anemone Print dress

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“To be touched - truly touched - that’s what I’m looking for. To unfold at a brush of skin like a rare flower blooming. To be surfaced at the curl of fingertips around my soul. I am so tired of shallow fun. I want my heart to shudder at a touch, to whisper, “here, here, it’s all yours.”

— Beau Taplin

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rb this and tell me what ur accent is. this has no purpose except the fact i just realized i could have like... mutuals with cockney accents or newfoundland accents or something and thats just wild

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Cheeky starter call...? Lengths will vary depending on context but there’ll be no pressure to respond with the same length 🖤

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Home, we sisters suspect, is our mother’s bone sculpted into walls.

Nandini Dhar, from her poem ���Artifact Cartography” (from the collection, “Historians of Redundant Moments”, Agape Editions, 2016 (via indeskidgepoetry)

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I love him, and my love torments me.

Philip Pullman, from 'The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ'

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Marge Piercy, “May Apple.” The Moon Is Always Female

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It’s morning; there’s lamplight, and the room is still. All night as we slept, memory flowed Onto the brain shore. Memories rise and fall And leave behind a delicate openness to death. Almost a longing to die. That longing Is like rain on canyon ground, only droplets. And the brain is like brown sand, it stretches On and on, and it absorbs the rain. What is a poem? ‘Oh it is some remembering,’ A woman said to me. 'Thousands of years ago, When I stood by a grave, a woman handed Me a small bone made red with ochre. “It was a poem about heaven, and I wept so.’

Robert Bly, “A Poem is Some Remembering,” Morning Poems (HarperCollins, 1997)

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With the love of the storm he burns,

Edward Thomas, from 'Go Now', published in 'The New Faber Book of Love Poems' ed. James Fenton

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the rpc is like the most unabashedly horny place in the world that isn’t a straight-up fetish convention or the comments under a girl’s onlyfans uploads