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Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, published in The New Yorker (November 5, 2018)
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i am banned from sending messages or asks LOL
hi, so to anyone who was expecting responses from me, it appears that I have been banned from interacting with anyone one-on-one. 😃 i am unable to send or even see any past messages and cannot send asks.
if you were aiming to plot with me, you can add me on discord at lofi#8065. I will be reaching out to people on a burner account either tonight or tomorrow
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Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights“
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America: Why are you on fire?
California: This is just how my day is going.
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Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert”
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an outlaw
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finally found a good brush to draw digital with and now im going to be insufferable
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“I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again, I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
— Sylvia Plath, from “Mad Girl’s Love Song,” The Collected Poems, ed. Ted Hughes (HarperPerennial Modern Classics, 2018)
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Who, if I screamed out, would hear me amongst the hierarchies of angels? And if one suddenly did take me to his heart: I would perish from his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the onset of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.
Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Galway Kinnell and Hannah Liebnell
I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.
Mary Oliver
Did you ever notice how in the bible, when God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like?
Thomas Daggett
How lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill.
Jeremy Radin
I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women;
I spoke only to angels.
Louise Glück
Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid — ”
Luke 1:11-13
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aurghhhhhhhh step on me
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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934)
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Anybody else fuckin' love Oktoberfest?
Part 8, here we go...







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Happy new years!! with 中华组 and some related OCs
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Yeah??? I have this account?????



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Me IRL
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it’s because you’re always on that damn hetalia blog
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