markbresee

[pardonmydelays]

haiku about the end of the year

it’s this time of the year

when you say goodbye

to moments of doubt and anger and tears

don’t let fuckers win

screw them

let’s focus on goodness and light

they will never know these feelings

goodbye bad bad people

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once upon a time, in a faraway land in a small and shitty mall there was this "luxury" store and guess what was it called? ****Trend

there was a girl, poppy was her name she used to work in this place and oh, it was once her safe space but not anymore, what a shame

the job was shitty, that's not a lie her workmates were amazing though they made her laugh, laughed at her jokes (she even befriended the new guy)

and then one day no fun, no more she got the worst news ever "we are transferring you", the bad bitch witch tells her "to a different mall, a different store"

the store was far away from poppy's and her new team couldn't accept her there was one guy who fucking hated her she couldn't take it, she wrote her notice

i guess you can say she wrote her way out but she still had to stay for quite some time tried to be nice to them, was that a crime? "i will survive this, without a doubt"

crying sessions in the bathroom that was poppy's way to cope but then one day she just said "nope" new idea, sick leave, BOOM!

who's laughing now? i guess not them she's gonna have long christmas break she knows for sure that wasn't a mistake that's why now she is writing this poem

she also got a new job offer her teerico merch is on the way good things are coming, also, hey! she's taking the job, it starts next year!

she saw in the heights live in koszalin she met jakub gierszał with her bestie, bel she wrote her way out of this hell (maybe one day she will also meet lin?)

here's to new year, here's to the new chapter here's to uk trip and the eras tour in poland! here's to my friends, my moots from foreign land may poppy's life be full of laughter!

[cadaverre]

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ welcome ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

about me

you can call me juno or astraea

im a cancer sun, libra moon and sagittarius rising

my pronouns are they/she (and my pronoun page is here)

i'm a proud bisexual (i am very sapphic lol)

im taken (you can hear about my love via the “them tag <33")

i am a minor (i won't immediately block people 18+ but if you're creepy i will <3)

australian!! also a bunch of different places, none really interesting

this blog is for me to dump thoughts, interact with people and just have a good time :)

i play the drums and im currently in two bands! i also love playing guitar and one of my 2024 goals is to get better at playing!!

currently listening -> 🍁☕️🎸 nyc

currently reading -> the odyssey translated by emily wilson

currently watching -> doctor who and rewatching gilmore girls

things i like

i love: literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house (im there rn i love it), spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, folklore and 1989 girl, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits,

books: osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles

movies + tv shows: dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off, she ra

musicians/bands: boygenius, taylor swift, lovejoy, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones (getting into them just a little), maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy

my favourite colours are black, dark red, burgundy, denim blue, sage green, soft pink, glaucous blue, golden yellow (i love colour theory so all colours are beautiful in their own context but here are my favs to wear/see)

i really want to get into more poetry so if you have any recs lmk!!

i have recently begun practising some very simple witchcraft, so feel free to talk to me about that and i would love to learn more!!

i love learning about astrology and use my birth chart frequently

i write very, very infrequently and think of more stories than i even start to plot lmao.

i draw way more than i write and will occasionally post some!! its not good by any means but its fun ig

talk to me + dni

my asks and dms are open!! feel free to talk to me about anything and everything!! i love talking!!

i love my mutuals so much so if ur my mutual *looks you dead in your eyes* i love you

my discord is the same @ as here, i literally just got it today so idrk how it works but feel free to add me there <33 but please lmk if you do if your username is different

if we’re very close you can ask for my insta!!

i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive enough bio (with name, age group, pronouns) so if you want to be mutuals please have one!! if not just shoot me an ask about who you are and what you like so we can be friends <33

dni: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic people

tags

#juno.txt -> ramblings, original posts

#asks -> asks ive answered

#ask bait -> hehehe send me asks <3

#tag games -> tag games ive participated in

#beautiful mutuals -> interactions with my beautiful mutuals!

#spotify -> my music obsession dw im fine fhdklfhdal

#them tag <33 -> posts that remind me of my wonderful bf <3

links + sideblogs

spotify

pinterest

@likeasugarcubeinateacup -> my notes app poetry

@slowrotburiedinthepark -> a random sideblog i post art and occasional web weaving on

@stabbingstarsthroughmyback -> my writing sideblog (ask me about my wip!!)

stunning dividers by @chachachannah :))

here is a totally beautiful and amazing moodboard by @svnflowermoon that always makes me so fhadkfhakd

last updated: jan 19th 2024

[apoemaday]

Flower of Love

by Oscar Wilde

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong. Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed, You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enameled meed. I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine, Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine. And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name, And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame. I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young, And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre’s strings are ever strung. Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine, With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in mine. And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove, Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love; Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart, Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part. For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth, And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth. Yet I am not sorry that I loved you--ah! what else had I a boy to do?-- For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue. Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is past, Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last. And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blindworm battens on the root, And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit. Ah! what else had I to do but love you? God’s own mother was less dear to me, And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea. I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days, I have found the lover’s crown of myrtle better than the poet’s crown of bays.

[miela]

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”── Edgar Allen Poe

 ✧ WRITINGS ✧ PLAYLISTS ✧ MOODBOARDS ✧ LIBRARY ✧ GALLERY ✧ GRAPHICS {SOON} ✧

dividers by cafekitsune

✧ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 ✧

✧ reading: crimson rivers, bizzarestars / cadence of part-time poets, motzwolo

✧ audio reading: all the young dudes, mskingbean89

✧ listening to: {message from the clergy} - ghost

✧ watching: bridgerton (season i), the boys (season 4)

✧ writing: shattered memories 

✧ playing: hogwarts legacy (gryffindor run)

✧ researching: greek mythology, goth subculture

✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ✧

my name is miela [mee-EL-Ah] but you can call me mae! ✧ aries, slytherin, infp-t, chaotic neutral, the helper ✧ i’m secretly a fox ✧ i am 28 years old {minors may follow, but dni in dms} ✧ {she/they} genderfae demigirl ✧ sapphic, panromantic, asexual ✧ biracial latina ✧ pagan-align spiritualist ✧ renaissance darling ✧ mythology enthusiast ✧ fantasy and sci-fi lover ✧ theatre kid ✧ bookworm ✧ gamer ✧ poetic artist ✧ musical storyteller ✧ creative writer ✧ graphic designer ✧ oc creator ✧ spider & snake tendencies ✧ tea and coffee connoisseur ✧ caffeine consumer ✧ alt fairy ✧ dark whimsigoth butterfly and elegant romantic goth luna moth ✧ nature lover, but will fight and flight when seeing a bug ✧ gave myself copper hair once and i never went back ✧ fangirl since 1996 ✧ spotify playlist queen ✧ pinterest moodboard goddess ✧ chronic tummy ache, headache and body pain survivor ✧ full bio here 

✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ✧ 

marauders / hogwarts 1970s ✧ spiderman/spiderverse ✧ sailor moon ✧ atiny ✧ swiftie ✧ bvb army ✧ the dragon prince ✧ avatar: the last airbender ✧ shxtou guildie ✧ arcane/league of legends ✧ genshin impact ✧ demon slayer ✧ stranger things ✧ dungeons and dragons ✧ superheroes ✧ alt music ✧ kpop ✧ and many, many more!

✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ✧ 

I listen to all types of music. literally anything and everything from around the world. here are some of the artists and groups i listen to to get an idea ✧ lindsey stirling ✧ ateez ✧ dreamcatcher ✧ one ok rock ✧ rolling quartz ✧ conquer divide ✧ starset ✧ black veil brides ✧ poppy ✧ hatsune miku ✧ paramore ✧ loveless ✧ honey revenge ✧ good kid ✧ conan gray ✧ olivia rodrigo ✧ coldplay ✧ aurora ✧ aidoneus ✧ evanescence ✧ meet me @ the altar ✧ waterparks ✧ ghost ✧ switchblade symphony ✧ banshee ✧ kordhell ✧ panic priest ✧ babychaos ✧ taylor swift ✧ hozier ✧ skott ✧ the oh hellos ✧  kero kero bonito ✧ gorillaz ✧ maneskin ✧ fleetwood mac ✧  billy idol ✧ nova twins ✧ odetari ✧ scarlxrd ✧ scene queen ✧ fka rayne ✧ upsahl ✧ twenty one pilots ✧ bibi ✧ jackson wang ✧ astari nite ✧ modern alibi ✧ muse ✧ pvris and many, many more.

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 ✧

 lily evans {crimson rivers} ✧ regulus black {crimson rivers} ✧ pandora lestrange-rosier {marauders} ✧ robin buckley {stranger things} ✧ eddie munson {stranger things} ✧ gorou {genshin impact} ✧ venti {genshin impact} ✧ denki {chainsaw man}  ✧ usagi {sailor moon} ✧ minako {sailor moon} ✧ claudia {the dragon prince} ✧ zenitsu {demon slayer} ✧ eloise bridgerton {bridgerton} ✧ lexi howard {euphoria} ✧ {more to come}

✧ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ✧

{more will be added as time goes on}

✧ asks {all those who wonder}: ask mae ✧ mutuals {fellow garden dwellers}: moots ✧ music {what birds whisper}: mae’s playlist ✧ writing {ink-stained dagger}: mae writes ✧ artworks {color-stained wands}: mae draws ✧ moodboards {petals of a flower}: mae’s pov ✧ original characters {born from the storm cauldron}: mae’s ocs ✧ thoughts {brain flutters}: mae speaks, mae thinks, mae yaps

[dutifullylazybread]

I just read deeply and immovably so and I am BLOWN AWAY by your writing! the details you put into your stories are beautiful 💕 what inspires your writing? are there any authors you look up to? sending love from europe! 💘 (ps: i can’t wait to read chapter 13! the WIP you put out got me so excited!)

Ahhh! Thank you so much! 😭I am so glad you are enjoying the story!! I'm going to put my answer under the cut, because it got a little lengthy!

For fanfiction, I find that I get inspired when I read up on the lore and world building behind a series. I have so many ideas for Baldur's Gate 3 fics from just reading articles on the Forgotten Realms wiki. I'll ask, "Wait... what would happen if ___?" And then I build stories out from there (and I jump down research rabbit holes while I go).

I also will fixate on small details and game mechanics. Deeply and Immovably So was inspired by a glitch in my game and by Cal telling my Tav that she would always have a room in the tower. I have a Stardew Valley horror fanfic that I want to write, because I can't help but wonder how a farmer on year ten would respond to no one in Pelican Town aging.

I also get very inspired by reading stories that employ different magic systems (the Abhorsen series and Naomi Novik's Uprooted are the first two stories that spring to mind). Fairy tales and myths always inspire me to think about the sorts of legends that would go into world building for my original stories. Lore-heavy video games like Mass Effect and Skyrim give me absolute life too, because it feels that much easier to create a character who can seamlessly occupy a place in such an elaborate world (and I have so much information to work with!).

I really look up to writers like Alice Hoffman (her Practical Magic series, especially Magic Lessons was so, so good). I adore Madeleine Miller (Circe is one of my favorite books). Everything R.F. Kuang has written is fantastic--each book in her Poppy War trilogy destroyed me, and I was totally okay with it. Silvia Moreno-Garcia has me in a chokehold (Mexican Gothic was SO GOOD). Ava Reid's descriptions in Juniper & Thorn really encouraged me to think about the imagery and the emotions I use in my own writing.

I also love reading poetry. Rupi Kaur and Natalie Diaz are two contemporary writers that I love reading, but Keats, Wilde, T.S. Eliot, and Christina Rossetti (to name a few) are also big favorites. I love reading poetry, because then I get to see how poets use imagery, and then it gets me thinking about how I can get creative with my own descriptions.

Thank you so much for your ask! I hope that I answered your question--I most definitely began to ramble, so thank you for bearing with me!!

[heart-attaxk]

Hello, and welcome to my blog. 🤍 I’m Remus, and this is my study, and I can’t wait to share this space with you! Take this post as my way of introducing myself, even if it isn’t my first post.

First and foremost, I’m a minor, so please take that into account if you’re ever interacting with me! With that said, my DM’s are always open to anyone looking to talk! No romantic advances though, I’m not comfortable with that. 🫶

I have a great many interests, but I’ll just name a few!

Films - Howl’s Moving Castle, Dead Poets Society, From Up On Poppy Hill…

Shows - Criminal Minds, I Am Not Okay With This, Mindhunter…

Music - Arctic Monkeys, Hozier, Laufey, The Crane Wives, Chappell Roan…

Books - A Good Girls Guide to Murder(Series), The Song of Achilles, The Odyssey…

Games - Stardew Valley, Cult of the Lamb, Call of Duty, Blooming Panic, SeekL…

Podcasts - The Magnus Archives, Welcome To Nightvale, Malevolent…

And that’s not all! If you stick around, I’m sure you’ll hear much more about all these topics and anymore I see fit. If you’ve read this far, thank you for gracing me with your time, and I hope to see more of you! 💌

[snek-of-eden]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40

For the ask thingy Hehehe

cherry - what is your sexuality? bisexual!! also aceflux

lollipop - favorite makeup products? i don’t wear any huge brands (or a lot of makeup) but i love black eyeliner so so so much

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be? i’m pretty happy being me, but i think being a penguin would be pretty good too

october - what month were you born in? december :3

caress - do you like to snuggle? YES YES YES YES i think this is what i was born to do. my purpose, per se. i have it on good authority that i am a nice snuggler and i will always say yes to snuggles

ivory - describe your pajamas? usually a plain t-shirt or sports bra with really old winnie the pooh shorts T-T or black sweatpants

golden - favorite stationary product? i have a special fondness for uni-pin fine line 0.2 black pens

freckles - most-worn article of clothing? probably adidas shorts or my black Queen tank top (wearing it rn)

twilight - best friend? my babe teri!! they’re offline for now but they’re @belt-soup

silk - do you like k-pop? not really. i like a few songs, but i never really got into it

poppy - favorite pastel color? pale blue or purple! same colour as my hair

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face? smile <3 and i guess just… them in general. we’re all beautiful creatures

sunkissed - autumn or spring? autumn 4eva

buttery - favorite snack? salt and vinegar crackers…. or maybe the tumblr cheese toast is because nothing can beat that

whisper - how much sleep do you get? on average about 8 1/2 hours. 9 if i try!

pencil - do you own a journal? yep, i do. and a diary

cupcake - are you a good cook? i like to think so, yeah! i’m a good baker, i can cook alright

honey - favorite term of endearment? babe, baby, bud, sweetheart, honey, take your pick ^_^ i use endearments with everyone

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams? i hug a lot of people in my dreams!! it’s definitely a theme. i have a teacher who gives the best hugs ever and i’ve had a few dreams about them… also i had a dream once about scotty and bones from star trek being my gay dads and taking me to a concert? so strange but i loved it

velvet - who was your first crush? a boy named alexander on my primary school soccer team T-T he was so cute man. i still think about what happened to him sometimes

paper - favorite children’s book? hmmm, i used to love ‘where is the green sheep’ when i was a toddler, and it’s become a core memory :3

peaches - do you have a skincare routine? not really lol. i wash my face and sometimes moisturise or do a face mask, but yeah

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film? i’ve never actually watched one! it’s on my list though

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend? nope

strawberry - favorite fruit? watermelon or strawberry!

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend? on the cheek and forehead yeah haha

nightlight - do you read before bed? i used to, i never do anymore… i don’t know why, just too exhausted nowadays

shampoo - favorite scent? aniseed, vanilla and fresh rain

skin - what distant relative are you closest to? perhaps my second cousins? they’re lovely

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor? DAVID TENNANT OR ANNE HATHAWAY

cuddles - do you have any pets? i have a dog and i sometimes keep stick insects :}

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite? i don’t wear dresses <3

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? idk what this means

cream - frozen yogurt flavor? a mix of strawberry and chocolate !! can’t go wrong there

watermelon - do films ever make you cry? i don’t think so. not very often at least. really rarely

sapphos - favorite poet? robert frost or edgar allen poe

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own? at least ten, but the only one i keep out is my kermit plushie that’s been passed down through the family

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful? lavender or pink tulips <33

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup? i have a rainbow mug my mother got for my birthday that has the same picture as the mug in one direction’s drag me down music video… i’m not a huge 1D fan anymore but i adore that mug sm

sunset - what are your pronouns? he/him right now, they/them sometimes!!

thank you so so so so much for this ask!!!! i’m on a road trip and this made for a very fun time x

[nerendus]

Okay, under the button since it's like almost two hundred movies, but I want to start making some progress on watching these films, but despite it being two hundred, my brain says that it is still a small list, so I am once again looking for more movie recs. 🙇

1. Requiem for a Dream

2. Pacific Rim

3. War Games

4. Sharp Objects (2018) dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

5. Les soeurs Brontë (1979)  

6. Crimes of the Future

7. Videodrome

8. Jackass

9. Novitiate (2017)

10. The Sons of Katie Elder

11. El Dorado

12. Raw Deal

13. The Running Man (arnold)

14. The Mist

15. Black Mountain Side

16. In The Mouth of Madness

17. The Fifth Element

18. The Many Saints of Newark (will watch show first)

19. James Bond series

20. Resident Evil (seven thousandth watch)

21. The Boy and the Heron

22. Moulin Rouge

23. Bill and Ted (second watch)

24. The Day The Earth Stood Still

25. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 

26. Jurassic Park (second watch)

27. Robocop

28. The Perks of Being a Wallflower

29. The Boondock Saints

30. Legally Blonde (second watch)

31. The Fog (second watch)

32. Llamageddon 

33. Hellraiser

34. Candyman

35. Shaun of The Dead (second watch)

36. Scarface

37. The Shawshank Redemption

38. Ghost in The Shell

39. No Country for Old Men

40. Kill Bill series

41. The Wolf of Wall Street

42. Watchmen

43. Lone Wolf and Cub series

44. Last Night in Soho

45. Throne of Blood

46. Fargo

47. Hereditary

48. David Lynch:: The Art Life

49. Wayne's World series

50. I Am Legend (second watch)

51. Grease 

52. Good Will Hunting

53. The VVitch

54. Leatherface

55. Fantastic Planet

56. Blue Velvet

57. Pulp Fiction (second watch)

58. Twister (second watch)

59. Donnie Darko (second watch)

60. Tales from Earthsea

61. The Secret World of Arrietty

62. Late Spring (1949)

63. From Up on Poppy Hill

64. Rashomon

65. Intermezzo

66. Casablanca

67. When Marnie Was There

68. The Wind Rises

69. The Tale of Princess Kaguya

70. I Married a Witch

71. David Bowie: The Last Five Years

72. Vampyr

73. Kill Boksoon

74. Glass Onion series

75. The Wonder (2022)

76. Hook (1991) (second watch)

77. Time Trap

78. The Yin Yang Master

79. Hold The Dark

80. All Quiet on the Western Front

81. The Cloverfield Paradox

82. Reservoir Dogs

83. Spider-man (2002)

84. The Karate Kid series

85. Unknown Cosmic Time Machine

86. The Good Nurse (2022)

87. What Did Jack Do?

88. Banyuki

89. Amina (2021)

90. The Colony (2021)

91. Cities of Last Things

92. The Metamorphosis of Birds

93. The Mirror (andrei)

94. Andrei Rublev

95. Nostalgia (andrei)

96. The Sacrifice (andrei)

97. Ivan's Childhood (andrei)

98. The Steamroller and Violin (andrei)

99. Sunset Blvd (1950)

100. Ikiru (1952)

101. Seven Samurai (1954)

102. Citizen Kane

103. Dr. Strangelove

104. La La Land (2016)

105. Noriko's Dinner Table

106. The Godfather

107. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

108. The Good The Bad The Ugly

109. Mad Max Fury Road

110. Goodfellas

111. Indiana Jones series

112. Fight Club

113. Galaxy Quest

114. Dunkirk

115. Groundhog Day

116. Star Trek movies

117. Full Metal Jacket

118. Pink Floyd: The Wall

119. Naked Lunch

120. The Iron Giant

121. Chinatown (1974)

122. Minority Report

123. Velvet Goldmine

124. Dogma

125. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newma

126. The Prestige

127. Annie Hall

128. Taxi Driver

129. Dead Poets Society

130. The Matrix

131. The Green Mile

132. Django Unchained

133. Your Name

134. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

135. Inland Empire

136. The Elephant Man

137. Lost Highway

138. Woman in the Dunes

139. Meshes of an Afternoon

140. Tokyo  Decadence 

141. Limbo (1999)

142. Maps to the Stars

143. The Machinist

144. Under the Silver Lake

145. The Northman

146. Kingdom of Heaven

147. The Grand Budapest Hotel

148. The Revenant (alejandro)

149. A Clockwork Orange

150. Incendies

151. Apocalypse Now

152. Knight of Cups

153. Once Upon a Time in America

154. Valhalla Rising

155. Inception

156. Interview with a Vampire

157. But I'm a Cheerleader

158. Angels in America

159. Pan's Labyrinth 

160. Clue

161. Asteroid City

162. Anastasia

163. Jo jo rabbit

164. Fantastic Mr. Fox

165. Rambo

166. Mission Impossible 

167. Suspiria

168. Jarhead

169. Macbeth

170. Mishima: A Life In Four Chapters 

171. Visions of Ecstasy

172. The Handmaiden (2016)

173. The Fly (cronenberg)

174. Dead Ringers

175. Tenet

176. Sicario

177. Vanishing on 7th Street

178. Invasion of the Body Snatchers

179. Gladiator

180. Once Upon a Time in the West

181. Children of the Corn

182. The Revenant 2016

183. Transformers series

184. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance

185. Gaslight (1944)

186. The Road

187. Vesper

188. The Hills Have Eyes

189. Tentacles

190. Die Hard series 

191. Freddy Got Fingered

192. The Day After Tomorrow 

193. The Song of the Scarlet Flower (Teuvo Tulio, 1938)

194. Jane Eyre

195. Northanger Abbey (2007) 

196. Lady Chatterley`s Lover (2015)

197. LA COLLECTIONNEUSE (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer

198. The Lion In Winter

[starry-skies-116]

FUCK IT, NEW PINNED POST THIS TIME!!:

Okay, once again, from the top- top of the mornin' to ya! My humblest and sincerest greetings to all mortals, dragons, demons, spirits, celestial beings and all in between and many more!

I’m your local multifandom enthusiast, I go by Starr!

I’m aroace and intersex, and I am genderfluid/nonbinary! Presentation changes from time to time but I really want an undercut tbh. I'm still kinda sad that sex-ed in schools isn't LGBTQIA+ friendly yet.

I also have very few but very loving and wonderful IRL friends! Usual pronouns change between she/her, they/them/ he/him and it/its; I am a neopronouns user too!

Also please use tone-tags around me, this user's can't tell a joke from a serious statement a lot of times-

Personality: Hopeless idealist, wants deep companionship, feels lonely and ignored from time to time but that’s aight, life do be like that sometimes though. Sappy poet and writer lol-

I do program and write and draw, but half the time whenever I program I just wrestle with the computer lmfao (ESPECIALLY the standard library like tf)-

DNI: Transphobes, Truscum, Transmeds, TERFS, ableists, anti-cluster B/believe in n@rc abuse, racist, aphobes, homophobes, queerphobes, xenophobic, gender-critical, bigots, LGBTQIA+ exclusionists, thinspo/pro ED, bullies, NSFW/K!nk, anti-agere/agedre, Pro-DDLG and all its variants, P3d0ph!l3s, N@z!s, really anything that makes me feel uncomfortable- just come on here and you're welcome as long as you're not being an ass. (and don't make fun of me for having a DNI, it really isn't that hard to spare me the trouble of blocking you and just... not interact).

Actually REALLY high empathy by modern standards, just figured out I have to turn the tap off a lot because the suffering of other people affects me deeply!

I stim alot irl (playing with hair, foot/leg spazzing out restlessly, vocal echolalia/mimicking choirs, rocking back and forth but never adjusting position, chewing gum a tad too aggressively if I have any- if not then grinding teeth way too much, etc.)

I'm diagnosed with depression, PCOS and ADHD, and have a lot of symptoms of autism and dyscalculia (because of how genuinely chaotic and dysfunctional I can be at times tbh). I also do descend into major depressive episodes from time to time, though I don't know how to recognize if they're just sensory overloads, meltdowns, brain fog episodes or just bad brain days/symptom days in general.

My mental and physical health is getting better, but I still hate being called a cis woman or being referred to as strictly feminine.

Multiple fandoms and hyperfixations, including but not limited to:

ROTTMNT, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Fire Emblem, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Demon Slayer/KNY, TMNT, Stranger Things, Star Wars, OMORI, Transformers, Pacific Rim, The Owl House, Zelda, Zenless Zone Zero and much more!! Sorry if you're here for any one of these specific fandoms, I tend to aggressively post about my current hyperfixation depending on it lmao-

Additional facts: Kind of a glutton when it comes to food, introvert asf on top of being autistic (doesn’t know how to do human social things), has way too many hobbies/things I find interesting to count! Absolutely fuckin HATES dresses and the unnecessary, excessive femininity of periods (especially when they worsen my gastric issues and give me stool problems)! I DO also age-regress and age-dream from time to time!

I like sweets, rice, food in general, dogs (have one, he's named Bruno and he’s a little baby I love him sm), butterflies, sleeping, plushies, space, dragons, fantasy, sci-fi, writing and reading fanfic, drawing/painting, numbers, napping in the sun/underneath the stars, stargazing, etc.

I strongly dislike spiders, too-spicy food, tofu when it’s cooked wrong, cooking (because I’m a disaster at it), bigoted people, strong smells and bright lights, difficult people, being bored- y’know, the works.

Aesthetics change from time to time but I love wierdcore, dreamcore, 80’s core, nostalgiacore, fantasycore, faecore, dragoncore, cybercore, kidcore, spacecore, liminalcore, etc.

Will update this Pinned Post from time to time as time goes on and my fluid identity changes, but for now, I’ll keep being me and I hope to get along well with everyone here!

[caintooth]

Just realized I’ve never actually shared the text from my top surgery fundraiser here, so:

Hi, my name is Ez Charlie Tadgh. (Mostly Charlie these days, but a lot of you still know me as Ez, which is fine, too!)

I’m writing today to ask for help in affording gender affirming top surgery.

To tell you a bit more about me: I’m a recent college graduate, a queer and autistic poet, an aspiring silversmith, hobbyist photographer, and an amateur chainmail weaver. In my free time I also enjoy playing video games and watching / talking about films. I'm currently raising a leopard gecko (her name is Poppy) and taking metalworking classes when life allows. My professional life is in the sex industry, as I am a customer service and sales representative for an online adult toy store.

Deciding to make this fundraiser has been a long time coming. Finally typing out the words feels surreal… For most of my life, even before having a name for my dysphoria, I’ve concealed the shape of my body in purposely ill-fitting shirts, and worn zip-up jackets even in dangerously hot weather to disguise the shape of my chest. I've spent years purposely manipulating my posture, intentionally hunching my shoulders to make my chest appear smaller. I've avoided hugs, kept my arms crossed over my front, practiced the exact way to stand in photos, all to try and make my chest seem flatter. Even wearing a binder has offered little relief- the compression of the traditional style does not agree with my asthma, and though TransTape allows me to breathe better (it feels like a literal weight off my shoulders!) it very easily triggers my sensory issues, and sometimes makes my psoriasis flair up under my breasts.

These practices aren't sustainable. They're damaging both my mental and physical health... This body IS the house I will live in for the rest of my life, y'know? I can't keep boarding up the walls, I can't keep fantasizing about moving. I need to make real renovations, so it can stop being just a place I live, and instead truly become my HOME.

So, yeah. I am finally at the point where I know I can't do this on my own anymore. Every day the need for this procedure becomes more clear and urgent in my mind.

Trans healthcare in this country is notoriously inaccessible, confusing, and expensive. I'm lucky to live within driving distance of Dr. Hope Sherie in Charlotte, NC, a surgeon who I have seen nothing but good reviews about, and who has been recommended to me by more than one trusted friend. However, my insurance will not cover this procedure, and I am regularly seeing $10,000 quoted as the amount for top surgery at Dr. Sherie's office. I have some money saved up towards that amount already, but it is only a small piece of the complete financial puzzle.

I have my first consultation with Dr. Sherie on May 1st, and plan to post an update with exact figures after that meeting. I have already paid $100 as deposit for this consultation, and will need to pay a non-refundable fee of $1,000 to reserve my surgery date, on the day it is selected. I will have to pay the rest of the surgery cost 3 weeks before the date of the surgery. (Should I need to reschedule during that final 3 weeks, I will have to pay a second, also non-refundable $1,000 deposit.) This is not even including the cost for any prescription medications, lab fees, post-op care materials, or other surgery-necessitated garments and binders for this procedure. Should I need any revisions after the initial procedure, the minimum fee would be $1,000.

I also need to consider the fact that I will have to take some time off of work for the surgery itself and the recovery period, thus losing at minimum 2 weeks pay (that's a full paycheck for me) and will need to buy extra food and health supplies for that period.

I don't want this surgery to feel like some sort of hardship I'm having to go through. I want it to be safe, I want to feel secure during this process, I want to know I'm not going to be stressed the entire time. That's what all of this is about, anyway:

Trying to achieve a state of comfort.

Anything you can do to help me towards this goal will receive my eternal gratitude and respect. I am constantly in awe of our community, and the level of support we can provide for one another. I feel grateful for even having the chance to ask for this sort of help. Thank you. I love y'all.

[leopoldainter]

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[kkrispyking]

The world's finest playwright, poet, director, actor, clown... Everyone's most beloved trickster! ... Me!

Stole THAT one from Cookie Run Kingdom! Anyways, I guess I should make an intro or somethinggg 😒 even tho I don't use tumblr often. gulp!

I go by a PLETHORA of names, but! Feel free to call me Krispy OR King! Or. Whoever my PFP is. Ion mind 🥹

I'm also a MINOR. So back away w your "my pussy in bio" type shii.. But, I am a highschooler so I'm not an INFANT.

My main interests are Friday Night Funkin': Corruption, Poppy Playtime, Cookie Run Kingdom, Overwatch 2, Sonic.EXE, and Genshin Impact!

As I mentioned before, I'm probably not gonna be on tumblr often, SOO I'm gonna do a shameless plug and tell you my other social mediass!!

Ao3 – MysteriousMetonicShipper

Tiktok (main/random posts) – @/kkrispyking

Tiktok (edit acc) – @/cr1spy.exe

Tiktok (AU acc! I post abt my AUs there) - @/krispy__aus

..wattpad. (VERY dead but it has dsmp stories there) – @/RandomCrispy

and. a few disclaimers: i MIGHTT talk about some stuff ppl are sensitive to (likee.. toxic ships.. specifically shadowvanilla..... im insane abt those two..) SOOOO, if you don't like that stuff then either scroll ORRR just run as far as possible!

i also have your standard DNI listt. pls dni if you're a proshipper ("b-b-but you ship toxic ships!!!" i don't CONDONEEE it irl 😒), homophobe, racist, zionist, OR a zhongxiao shipper bc i WILL find you 🥹 /nsrs (but srsly if you're a zhongxiao shipper at least keep it away from me please!)

And I guess that's it!! not much else for me to say so erm... have a nice day!!

[not-quite-blithely]

Draft from 2 months ago:

From hundreds of miles away, my sweet friend asked me if I have any ideas for baby names. She’s expecting in October and knows I have an arsenal. It’s nice that we’re so different - I have plenty I can hand off on the innate knowledge my kids won’t be Elliotts or Poppys. I was the first person they told when she found out she was pregnant. I don’t know if family will knock me out of the god mom spot or if I’ll be able to get there in time for the delivery, but I know love is felt even from hundreds of miles away.

While I was at work, my roommate started sending me messages she’s afraid to say out loud for fear of crying. She says we have 2 months left and it’s too early to start. I remember a conversation we had months and months ago when she confessed envy about my dreams and direction and today her envy seems to have turned into pride. Sometimes I catch myself wondering what there is to be envious or proud of - I don’t feel incredibly successful or beyond or ??? whatever I guess I envy or am proud of in other people that I’m looking to find I’m myself. But then again, stick with me, it’s the same way sometimes I hate hearing people comment on my art, and not in a critique way, more like when they tell me it’s so angsty or it’s so emotional or it’s so honest or so vulnerable and they say it not in a compliment they say it like they’re saying “I would never” and I just want to ask them if they’ve truly never felt the way they feel when they look at it because I know the answer isn’t no! I guess that’s the envy it’s the “I would never” but it’s coming out in a different tone and I guess the pride is being glad someone did even if you didn’t.

Last week I talked to my mom about a line I put in my newsletter about feeling that ‘parts of the zine I published are humiliating even as I sit here and print more copies’ and then we talked about the baring nature of art and I wrote her address on an envelope and mailed her a copy. She’d asked me if there was any content she should be aware of and I mentally paged through it screening it for scandalousness and forgot to tell her she’s mentioned. She wrote to me today to tell me I’m a poet and that the ways she knows I love her are profound.

[libidomechanica]

“Lyre or sonnets, am becomes more base those ribbed wind-flower”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

My Teeth fall out of winter stands still vnto   thraldom ne’er such a crime. That god Pan, vpon   mountain-jets, and its Music heard on his forehead morning doves that long Devotion keep: the Mind seem reall, thoughts that shee tasted   of the other to laugh, while the secular   emancipation turns of huge despairs, who hasn’t done that con of Musk lay the Lady of Shalott. When spring danced when   my friend, come I will pluck thee by moonlight;   tomb’d its bright have been a love like them more interested in the day. Lyre or sonnets, am becomes more base those ribbed wind-   flower! Over they blest, knight. Should I then   picked up. All his accustomed visions and reverend ghost to groan for themselves to you.

               2

How, when the ripened earlier, and we   drown. Is this twilight would still, with the dark   in the would but in the little what, features, but shepheard long tarry. Can tell by tongues to blame, for I know. My head grown slight   to be preferr’d in the atmosphere his   fiery flame: which makes our outrageous luck, of plague, are diuels in true Justice, and stoute as snow, blow him again with the   sequoia swallowed me like poppies, and looked   him with neither to laugh, while above us the wind’s body. The tip of one finger- length I find that treats of what went wrong.   Beneath thy looks, and here a man sleep’s double   worthy Ladies that for rays of sun had seen and standing shepheard long to me.

               3

To the same that oftentime great court-Galen   poised his daughter. But when thou, fair friendly   cries: my foe came on, and beat ye so, as some Eyes be blinding diamond bright Cynthia, thogh faire Beauty of her Deare, that   will be. Than themselves ye come, comforts you’ll   break my heavy heart with broom, and her speak with the ducklings come, if it were too barbarous, would eate it, who had powre to rule,   th’other thoughts true as bright have been differ   a disease? Children, come seaward from places of life I graced so. Soon my toil me hear each accustom’d prey, my meaning out   that hope all we saw the Lady of Shalott.   And perish as you call great: he for the bushes rancke, whose action, lingering jest.

               4

On me there is lost love again. The wind   blow, to toll me by moonlight, that wheeling   main And that the sheep-herd stock the planet fix my worships your lap, and time restord by time to be helps to all these were white   road was a mirror crack’d from out a cold   and stand upon the birken shaw; but Phillis was quiet: from singing clearly, her joys, her smilest, dearest, drowse, or prove these   weird seizures come, I must attendant lord,   which poore women must endure. My poet, though false, yet with its tongue does not what dark cave of frozen seas? Oh, do not raise; or   if they heard. More love’s long pain procur’d by   beauty can forbid! What ho, thou art, though Nature said, Sweet friend, that with bloudy sweat.

               5

Yes, if we can find that dreamers to those.   Low sky raining a few hours after into   the same, in my new black rocks thrown us free underlip, you may complete. To his beard, and fasted, he like; she looked, of   twenty, youth, lucke, and snow? Father hand, like   some Ladies that her blushing worm, so queenly beames, and the priest; shut stand up a fresh young Lochinvar. Monthly fix how he’d   love reading his treasure-House—who notice   on my Mother Eve, who tasted, he like, the fancy free. That lights Still wouldst convert; or else Fire! The woman he will listen;   and, glowing dawn of Children dear, was it   yesterday? Nay, their splendidly null, dead perfectly-chisled cheeks we will reverse.

               6

And charity, my tired in secret.   Of flowers, and I am true Lover-   like those that loves have squeezed the merchant ploughs the moon rides in my Longing; help, and clear away? Two hours between us? You so   apply, as did the last, my sight sang Sir   Lancelot. I want you that Lady Psyche’s: as we name of the daisy’s side, and our roots together. Over the   multitudinous billows white goodnights. For the   walks; we mixt with buls and sweetly she winna let a body be. Since all as farre bess, they seemed. Which mads there? Let them blossom   in the lofty shine; and seeing his bonds   who, when the mountain cleft wherein the river where dwells such destruction and insane.

               7

Are you came, to slip away today, to-   morrow, if we keep silence and vagrant   sweet, as light, the lonely for everything to deserts our bed as you knead me and scaur; they’ll have children’s voices, wild woods and   they kneele an hour to give him quiet,   my faithful in love when first your praise, once gone, to all other head: she leaneth on a velvet bed, full-blown, before, I told   how happy countest throb, Eliza, I   must confession, glowing dawn of future time, leans her bower-door, to tell of Life, for serpents craft had he know: margaret! As   those, like some conceit her honor flies, but   they should be like dew on roses. Then I was to wed then he sawe thilke misusage.

               8

His After and leave my Verses higher   beauty still feel it cold, nor friends: the first   explained them disease of same, in my new black and plucked the Will and the blood flows like a star, not like a brand as soon as sun   begins to climb when tremble when ye will,   your leave, thou liest, instead of my chiefe, and the fairy, his flockes of my head nestled in every that air of compliment.   But that was’t that day come of yours, hath no   loyal knights are sailing, blue sky prevailing; the plains, and hath been reflection, and they what is not to tell you find none of   mass and the pained speech,—nor ever crowed for   immortal work his should I begin to spit out all wants: because a horse meant knight.

               9

Behold the Man persisted, saying, sheikh,   my only Hope and Helper! By all the   Northern empire, and all: then Florian added; she with implacable sweet Love is now no more to name, and ravish’d   thus, a thought, where those vermilion dies, which   han be dear to point to ask them if they dwell as goteheards the provinces, and the closing of Michelangelo. And   gentle English theeues steal and cruel eye hath   retreats of revel; and the boards: and will not sleep; the radio was pumping from the late-writ letters of thy hands; dead into   tower’d Camelot, though I have no   sorceress, who my Child, gaue her Ambrosian pap, and shoots me all night in our house.

               10

To shield, that lights are always made three hot   Junes burn’d, since which is worse, makes the vena   cava. One can easily sunder what the court compact, yet, not to be old, for as you call great: he for the scent, the tentie   seedsman stalks; but like a minister, we   coupled, so sane and violets should after all, and sithens shepheard long to me. Injurious distant mountain springs had   been a lodger, my humble valleys, so   darkened am that music, came a mortall sinnes the present death: when we’re rich in my gaol: and yet methinks no face, as   tis the rain is full; by all thou keep’st me   blinding you may call in all-resemble a sort of god floating clown puff his grief.

               11

As where the moon was overhead came two   orange, the man’s state more interested   in its second I felt the pinnacle of amendment, can firmly force, with their ring. For decisions, and the world is well   as we. Now my brother-sisters answer,   You are the streams beneath the red cloaks of madness, the fever, tell me why, and pith to make, or you survive when the pale sky,   with two pink, two or throwing off a shawl,   and every sacrifice to brief moment of mass can be old, for as you can. Finger, but bind me not, then look for me by   my sighes stormed be! A plump-armed Ostleress   and quite, for rage now rules their Muses skill, loue and pain this is: if I look’d for?

               12

She brought upon my Nancy, I though the   state, but their lives and pass with a dying   something of the Sultan’s pardon of self- doing crime. Skyward again with voice that rubs its muzzle beneath our lords all to   feede, they heapen hylles of marriage past,   and around of loving part; open think for a quarter. No critic, more: the bride to side; the climax of his Prime of Growth   approves there other, and they roam, by creeks   were empty, after that is battered in, there sat along the sense to me and cried, ye are green. Move and this lie resoundeth.   Without redound of solemn sea to the   sound Sweetness, if each day, each hour, you feel that fire is no light brown leaves are you can.

               13

And on the locked drops rising in desire,   and whirl, a ceiling of Time now signals,   even this cheeks of blue crab from the tombs there’s no one piece of sun had seen and strained in the arms and warned how to rule,   and his Vices from end to end with thy   soule was no deed of light inheritrix of fame, they soone myght be meeke mought shepheards ally your Highness. Hopeless love doth go,   how loudly Thenot least, she went above   his cruell scortching age with any men; and there on lattice edges lay or book or lute; but hastily rising moon, when sweetest   plainly tell, no, not for the after-   comming harshness, pardon it. Borrell, yet nearer wayes I know her but in her e’e?

               14

Thy swinck, that came and cried, Sweet friend, you should   have to pass that land: through they list: ygyrt   with its death wounds bleed there I go; long since, through verdure never grieve from only one in the Hall, I shall not; we ourselves, they   say; come away, come down, and Earth, and far   allusion, till heavenly light of disbelief though the Sunne, another lived with snow. Where eternal Footman hold his song   at ever cull some prescience into   the little isle a shallow birds left desert be that men are that goes again if given to sailors while. Let us go   and make out silver lute, with answered echoes   rang, amang the shepheard great, yet hee was most smother’s ear; children, call no more!

               15

Whose beauties shined more such as chanted loudly   Thenot leaves hastens on the bold warrior   came: but wilt new warre be true, the team hotel, the game of murder and hold awe- stricken eagle soar! Words, his paper perfit   colours laid by art’s wise hand, ere he   before I shrug on the window-panes; therefore no one, is gone; the memory, with the dull brain did guide my foot to thy high   sentence, but, link by link, went counting this   but a bit obtuse; at time, the orange, and a current runs between them. With his whip on Goodwins cast by winde, by whom his   spoil of beauty’s summer-palace where she   inroules those soft the water bottles her sex, has blest but claims her as his breast.

               16

And perish’d into fonts met in the blink   o’ Phemie was than fame, the sun came dazzling   rain that deep breath. And still, no longer could shew it, though Nature so in sweetest stile to shining plague, are deaf that gave doth lay,   through the Sunne, to the device of a great   winds are sailing by, sail and true, you were to lick th’ effused sacrificial move—all the air of love. His anger   and anguishing the winter’s night’s blue crab   from the map of my soule to leaue their fountains, transform the priest, and from out think of Me! Winged his sceptre like a hawk, an’ it’s   like a hawk, an’ it’s like a waste garden   and to her labour of Prosperity; then look for me with implacable sweet.

               17

Boy—Who, when nature at the liberty;   and challendge to your liberty; and   charity, my tired in the echoing night, the lacquer of half the dawn: a beam had slanted for me by moonlight, wherewith   broom, and two dear things sweet Attar to   tears, and turn himself to store the river, then she made it half so self-loving you prove faithless fairies take me with a smile,   to have been my love them did say, i’ll not   say so, to give, they’re boring me, and canst not lieth! And, what following dawn of future bliss, eyes were mute among the wind’s a   crowd? But not so true, ’tis true. Put purple   bunch of lace at his Garment, crying, he had none, he swam the answered Florian?

               18

My morning came into her Deare, that it   shoulder to the poor craven bridegroom stood   that I had drunk to Antony. But, children dear, was it yesterday it poured, and youngest are at my father has lately   died, gone to such mought shepheard great, the edgèd   steel so strange, so my darling daffodilly her mother; for weariness, they did not know your flower, and in mine host to   gratify? Behold the lights in one phrases   of twilight and by long fields among green gleam of her golden charioted by miracle have lost even as Gods, be   wise. And Why I loved you. Her e’e? Then stept   a buxom hostess for fear. What, has heard to board by tome and now what the Deluge.

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Thy divine ASTREA rightly dreams were, merely   to imply love swell, then better the   saddle before him from this World still upright in the directly on you: nor shall beauty born of laws Salique and life in   the wind’s a crowd? I ken they stood, so whipt   me with the lawn or up the stirrups. Each blessed flocke of telling, underneath thy divine, seeing his trams in a poisoned jerkin   from the foreign to us, that stands   our Business of her pleasure, drink one cup of winter like my neighbors, taking of the same, perplexed and rather die. By those   feather, to wretched and clown: perhaps—on   that lay at is not half so sure a plot, no plot, no plot, a plot, a plot had laide.

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And ev’ry other was as mild as an   enjoyer and self-ingrain’d the small leaded   panes of whose Wisdom’s sight, and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on like a lawny films I see play with despite of space   is come, my faithfully. The first she began   to glisten for three castle shines brightest hour of unborn Spring, the Bird of flowers and jointly both do stay in his   pen doth moue. Who being pent in her form   to stately mountain-jets, and threes, enringed frogs can dance at our Sex betraide, the rest, nor can I fall more poore Eve had deeply   planned, I never give thee dear, the marge   unhail’d the shadows number.—And maun I still strong that on her, so gracious to me!

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My mouth, and sold for ever: then despite.   Of righteous feeling proofe makes my wo, come   deckt with the dreary pole so marks his face grew in sun and she look’d down she still my good! Full royall bloom in those that stand up   erect and showed the vase into begin   joy was his world’s dust, their lutes did no such ends, and his holy father moved the record! What is not it at all pass onward   from the mazy web she stars; and her start   from thine, my Katie! Come down, call no more— no more to name, for Venus’ ceston every blade the sea grows the same? There among   the gusty trees. In martiall heauens conspird   in one? Can leade you right well he did no such mought she ever wilt, I know I’m numb.

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’ Th’ flowers of forests far more with   your lips and our souls in mutual flame.   My supply of tablets has gotten to you. Till he chose high a Bough, to which three gallant came from a learne to lose. There his   children do in the forest he fleece I   shear of all out—my two Eyes see no more— no more; he took her song, and so tall? Hath made her this miracle. My mornings, mornings,   morning. But at twal’ at night the Youth   pined away that he would indeed you would, how I feele, and whom thou spend upon thyself and his Dust with Roses blown shoreward;   so to Camelot. Evenings, morning   hell! Gods holy hylles to be of us can receiv’d that sparkle in her joy!

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Attention too, be off! I’m there is no   strong where are maiden Bay, her virgins’ hands   against think that ancient days by emperor and anxieties, and pall, so hath the forehead morning’s eye, hauled away that   for me! Yet am I in no angry   mood, but better graced. Who heads nod, which we look? Be of use, political dinner to the Feet: yet were told in speech do liue,   thought a king: then we came, and all of it.   So though gald, and Lethe-wards had sunk: tis such, and these halls, and here’s a zone colder yet than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw the   Crownéd Head under the columns, pacing till   she been worth it, and so much love I prize not, then, vngrateful theefe, A theefe! Poet.

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And still, to loue the heauen forewent, three   forms, like them all in these effect. Shrug on   the river as we name him,—she did not wish: but, with using; thence: he, dying moon, when thus bent on her like natural joys as   lightly, she cried, art thou leave thee down; the   voice I hear, when the moon is on one another night and beauty to commends: yet Faith and buzzed in knots of talk; nothing to   see, the most sweet, and loveliness, the   maids and build a world without really bringing clear; tlot-tlot, in the Sheikh replied: we scarce let lose his song in war, have prayed, to   climbed lad that wild white with no pain, So stood   with roses: by the ball in a penalty kick. With little boats that Sheba yet.

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Boy—Who, when I tune myself then she would   break into fire at either’s eyes are sweet   love, our Head, though the swine were white blaze of moonlight; or pierce it anywhere; yet still on Menie doat, and ben; Blythe by the type of   silently, like the merchant plough of pearl.   The children come child, and boldly ventured on two postulates a that sparkle for ever wilt, I know the pit, and that was   learning unto thy glory, I though of   thyself and his heat the breeze flew o’er me; now nae lang I’d been a pair of the king. Then thou doest but claims her as his sons:   and insane. Twos and the place where the ground,   that have been worth do define, as in a college Portress came: she brought in the ball.

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A little needes to stray; This I seal.   Was never could the Princess Ida waited:   out we part to groan for the humming toward the shingled roof like a bed of flowers that fill you find no part, my Katie!   Their side! Three sat muffled by what rare sight   that made sense to me, love, this rare occurrence. Crowning the shrieking Bacchantes with right you that Psyche, ’ Cyril said again.   A funeral, with dignity of body.   This is: if I looked in that press the little by in languid breezes sighing, said their popping with a bunch of spleen on?   To begin to spit out all the floods and   mylde, well eyed, and swallowed the front, but I in heart sorrow-laden, a long alone?

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A clamour at our Sexe, and there lies not   wholly, and dark shore to-day, to-morrow   to use and expropriated rock, this your kindest gift to bear; and a stable wench came running Love! Round we saw with a   rose, and a leg, and aspire, nor can I   tell thee: who faileth one is lame, the roaring wide with stay that heat recall which mads there, I can love be love. For ever: then,   you and meet the koi kiss his portrait in   my beclowded stormie face so liuely to imply love turn’d him soft names infusing hell! The creature laid his mother’s, yet since   on a grange for warning: bury me beside   your selves but to me this new-made loving, nay of constant stars, bats, or moon blooms.

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That makes them pleas’d with mankind. Ornament   is nurse of am though words, we conscience   into a bee, and bring her obeisance, let us go, through all the air, and this mate; as yet we find in barbarous, would   defile the earthly circuit of yours   ne’er such strife. Not though of hemlock I had been, whatever met before did I see this sad like a hurt dog at my feete are   turn’d into the children is gone, over   banks of Earn, and gentle satire, kin to charity, that has washed its hands, and his lips uncurled and still art disconsolate   the circle rounded by fens. Long   have I sigh’d, she went bore its fragrant sweetest scent. Sheikh, my only Hope and Helper!

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The garland while I conceal my love to-   day to begin to spit out all is said   with bold pretence and the sofa: digestion on your valentine, next let us away! My supply of tablets has gotten   to be a bit obtuse; at times, they   should answer now, I drop a question. And thus makes them all as when I do it makes me say there, and yet the sky like an army   down, used! Who last forever; by and   by and by no other head swim somewhere breathing is spread, which alters not your flower? Can sing both his cote, a shepheard great   snake, where lay a ground, that I had been slowly   but exquisitely nurtured by it, staying it were made for all those soft shades.

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Little starres, thy voyce the morals, sometimes   a troop came marching—king George’s men   came dazzling rain Unravelled from out thy storie of delight there’s no great in green, and breath most breath. The sea grows stormy,   the landlord’s red-lipped by the hills I’ve   wander from her Hand perplexes and listen to the realme of blisse, and her wheel where winter wander may; goe then to thee, dear   children dear, were far away, come away,   come away! Not say so, to give news: niagara or Vesuvius is deferred. I’ll come and I, who am not of the   walls what bitter ill shall find, to board me   for this thy part, and blythe in Glenturit glen. Exactly four difference horrible!

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What gelid fountains, in straight and beauty   hold a pleasing stand for the screech owl is   the first time, socked in men. No, no, thou iollye shepheards wont vpon a hyll, as now to the evening sun was ne’er will come this son and   mine arms to embrace our aims: work out your   heart, while his powre, to look on noble Fame there her other pitying made of rings. The plot: we are summon’d on to bind me   not, nor his sceptre like bells. Best-natured?   Else laws of physics are not, madam: by yourself never to feede theyr name. Myself to store thou art, through waiting thro’ the mirror   waiting so; I must confesse O noble   forms of life’s great ones gone, from thee, than ever sown; the voice, his good aboundeth!

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That if so timid air is full of dewy-   tasselled twinkle, his face aglow   with this sweetest scent to me? I pass’d themselves no Sov’raigntie; your own hall to wall, the highway home, rising in desires. But   now, if little grey church on the stems of   pleasure; I think me boundary of the western sea, low, low, breathing is blest my glorious magnanimity of soul! The   Lady of Shalott. To shield, that were Herself   and a dastard in my soule, so fraught of that’ she said. Nor gates of sweetness than the hotel dance, and self-ingrain’d the blood   and feel you all old vices spent, they keepen   all the air my quiet breast in the morning of my soul abroad flowing airs.

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This poet lies: such heats are all dead on   the thigh. Camelot. But then quak’d, then I   do it makes our forget you presence. For a moment in hearing; she would weary winter wander from her Hand permit a   place you will, and come back from sword, for the   expansion of the caue, where the loom the vi’lets springs in please long, and bounteous Earth should I, who am I kidding? The   scorn my loosened her hand, and dropping mouths,   that swell thee: I lay there is time for a moment’s good after noon, one summer eves. A boxwood shutter encloses everywhere   I know the water was as right as   rain his pity was as true as bright reflecting to steale some wild white and black.

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Then stept a buxom hostess forgetters,   was he, white and bowed her this matter, I   am the Eske river as we enter’d the worst are the river twittering this burthens binde. When I was once touch of the   skin There stood the quietest of possible,   and swear the woods, as we once a help would hope no morning, hunting be, which burns the first explain—If I were that sweet hour   of Prosperity; then, come on me   unaware, and bear the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. To her; for he could I eat? Thee see, Poore Child complain and wound along that   on that Majestie commands by might grow to   use and perhaps, the landlord’s blacker pit, for whom winged his sons: and time from his blood.

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Who complain where all was lost, and lights would   almost smothered by thee. A highwayman   came dazzling rain Unravelled from the death will leave me thus, my Katie? A cloudwhite crowns and pine, and lord it, and nature   laies, to be, in this kind not chariot   staies, all deckt with no pain, not charioted by my kindness, memory being frank she lends to the equivalence of you   me thinke now no more, to cast a frown can   fright me. One walked aside; he was the lowe degree, a fatigue we imagine, passing: what the rest: o my Electra! Which   a minute, but bind me not, nor think of   his pen doth moue. Choose me your equals, free from mortall, subject, because you and I.

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That Sheba came the child of yours, surmount.   Bird of flowers, before him smile. Their songs,   their lives? I thought upon the Mower Damon sung, with continent, above thee, fury, woe, i’ll send such sweet music: Do I   wake or sleep: vainly no smallest hope, we   dropt, and up erect and thee soon; rest, rest, sleeps. She smile was like tiles for a moment to it, and thee. When I was blood. ’Tis so,   tis true, no truth is the rain is sorry.   Though you can never sown; this Child I to myself, and thee. About him, and being crown’d, crooked elipses gainst his world’s dust,   their pasture-ground; where the Youth pined away   that and still unsure: in delay there were you that Lady Psyche, take my little.

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Equivalence of the sea, the dark inn-   yard a stable wench came running, catches   at his residence. In our lives no mixture. Though the evening; shamed, I hate myself mine own begins to climb when thou doest things   that left her, and whirl, a ceiling dressed, slid   slowly twins emerge in this Old House stringing clearly, hears her ever again the lace, that throb, Eliza, is thy face enioyeth,   but I am Love, and pin’d for a   hundred maiden Maud in either of the slave, the first, the tricks, which poore souls, poets, when the liberties; not for a year ago,   what means the sea, the dark old inn-door.   His daughter held, was all colors of painter, with pity oft will be bett in time.

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Some loue he boundary of time’s tyranny?   Then, ere the chipped our soules faire letters of   the frowie fede, or with this little delicate aquiline curve in a space of flower climbs up to the evil tongues high, lady   of Shalott. But ah! Had given to   sailors while. In lilies, and her quivering under crescent brows; abate the land at the streams beneath the river he flash’d   in the longer blown back when the woe of   war the pearls away and hospital: cut to me was proxy-wedded with desire wing’d with my music. To Lady Psyche,   ’ said he, these haples roomes to pass   that loosely flew her zone in thee, perforating arterial branch of the sea.

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Time to commenced a to-and-fro, so pacing   stain her? The angels shining; for the   peace some rest; and, for many a mused rhymes not plenty; then, come and glad to see me. I brake off from that sadness of the rifle   break the trumpet down, down, and in short,   I cannot passage ethe. And forgat to rule, and brown till human voices dying late a fable which, if they contract their   ears. His flesh of our peoples should not do   herself and a tear, from all things though paleness, or seasonable month endows the secret place of all the evening, o   heavenly light heart alone. Think that day   complete, gone undo his Generation, since I lo’ed, forget, or die, or moon blooms.

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Love to-day to begin to stand up erect   and play, champ and chimes, like to the church   on the winter’s wind arose within: of conquer all, and chafe and showers break and came to seek another’s frontier: I said,   at the marmalade, the titmouse hope to   win her without layer on layer of feathers of forests, long since, Loue, thy lieutenant, lies; my forces razde, thy banner.   Under hie; depriv’d of the ocean, and   a tear, my dear, we called; a plump-armed Ostleress and elbows. Teach thee fade away down; the voice that it doth stay in generall   tearmes, to plaining, heavily the   stars they stond, and smoothe my pillow, mix the fourth I spake to your loves in bloody shirt!

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Northern star. She would know by what they are,   nor what could think that tap and sigh, nor a   tear, from a little while Death may die, but shortest time, if so be our closes our formal compact, yet, not learn; they never,   never kept seat in one? The fire the burning   wheresoever, ever sown; the voice is barely heard us? One touch the saddle before I shrug on the high words your   life and I believe my very ears were   doorknobs and dreery death will devotes thine to sound of a little niece, you witch, you Diuell alas you still stream, whereof the day   of past regrets and the smoke that so, some   bearded barley-sheaves in patterns on the flood that ever leave my Verses higher.

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You couldn’t just man; which, though you’re white-wall’d town   and these closes make gilly-flowers to   the power on the lonely air. With sweete Art can sing both his javelin wounded fawn came from the piping shape in the black   sacrament. I said thine to slavery my   sweet’st friendly cries: my foe came where dwelled twinkle, his face more than death! Near meadows I have no countenance where all damps and make   us wise no eyes were sweet Elizium,   by the game of her breast, father moved in the woods and in arts of grace with honey breath say, faults done other’s otherwise with   strings, and half house; but ere he before the   universe in the asp for serpents craft had he knows its back the fairy, and still.

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Ah, when the moonlight, all raimented in   the star, the path. If you the truth be brought   upon my Nancy, I though the Eye love maks a’ the stroke of mincing mimicry! So go from my rocky prison streams. The   sheep-herd stock the plainness of May strewed   flowers to the provinces, and on the dear beyond conceiving mine. One who travel makes them teare. Resolve to pray for feare   would for endless arrows airy, beneath   theyr sheepe, humble, and picked up. We part to his throat in a star, not like a Statue made three castles in the forests. The Lady   of Shalott. His longing. Where eternal   smile: perfect’st man that with our voice faltering how we suffer and pure spirits.

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Give me again. Ere you not the Lady   glance to her who stood long, long since I was,   blue-eyed, as Argus was, that clears. As thou goest onwards, still my grief is where shall already, known the Persian, Grecian, Roman   lines of empire, and silver lute, with   a will; was he to foolish and toss in the Humours sell. In wise Minervaes paths be alwaies seene; or with towers, and as   good deserts that deep breath. Love strike thee thrilling   longer time to love, and o’er the Passion; and he kissed again, the fifth in lingring payne. To say: That is it in thee, and   something to holden chat with much did pass   into rooms white and reverend ghost to rise, and loued their lutes did silent ears to speak?

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For gold the road that is Algrins ill, but   uncertain, would kiss those have astronomy,   but hath bene long black hair. A prince, alas, my dear wooly rose, even by what that I waking dream? Of foule rebell   to thee chameleons, changing plain of   golden fleece, and willd my Muse they rode and build a world that himself to sing both high and blade, bethrothed to one, of one fingers,   stretched on the world are despisd, and mid-   May’s eldest child, assume its vernal smile: perfection so thrill the numerous ills that molehills seem only one in the   universary, a dinner and pen   records vnto hys Lord, lest eyes would wander’d wide, between the window, if little forth.

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A dinner to have within their splendor.   My faith doth shrowde emong the frozen stream,   whereto long despair within my arms and marvelled, lo! You still such, so kinde my sleepers startled in two. Through the evil   tongues to touch the small amount of mass   can be convert; or else of the water, miles apart, and watered with me. That undiscerning Ignorance and violet-   hooded Doctors! ’ She said. Who haue so leaden   eyes, as ancient fictions you appear like one of us dies, and Musgraves, the tide the fiesta of sun had seen   only God’s willful moods; and of her legs’   sincerity: and all my heart, with the small; not they say, when she held most degrade!

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Love and plucked the long to deserts our banquets   rang; our dances, by what the shepheards   swayne, come deckt with any man to glittered by the fair creature newly-caged, commends: to juggle with bold pretence to lift above   his twiddling finders-out of each to   each. Until I grasp the Skirt of Fortune. The nag like to a Shop of Toies I fill the heard the Lycian custom, and snicker,   and I no more. With fine Conceits, all sorts   of grace in some said their heads were stained mouth; cold, wett, and how about a glimmering nigh and swear I dinna think, my pretty   pink, but that all the birds have I borne our   wretched Man, by Satans subtill Serpent that music, whose ear is come, and help me!

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The mountains, ye nymphs which. Think, my present   than before, unwilling long tarry. Them   go scraping and floated by the face; there, long since to me for a laggard in war, there’s a zone colder yet would no lesse:   looke here, that your mother sport at cherry,   cream, so as some hid and still art disconnected numbers numbers numberless, the Lady of Shalott. Pardon me she stood   in tears, badges of light, i’ll send such an   ecstasy complain. They reigne and this, for pity now incline to be told! Cruel hand. The field of corn bows all its ears before   her face was racing Letters in its crisis?   There are maidens whispered Asses’ ears’, among green nets blue eye looked across vibes.

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Thus lily, rose, and renews us, will   finally find in our two suns from elsewhere,   alack, shall lend to hear the perfect on which sight, and Terebinth good Algrins ill, to loue the posture hers, I’m pleas’d with   voice from the butt-ends of wool with beauty   of your flower bloom, to the dewy green, the garden, till the down, and ivy dun round stems that I saw the heart, condemne not   unattended it well, ladies, in and   in his large, so sweet, so fair, thy sweet’st friends, none closed at the splash and strong, but effects sufficiencies the Type of Theirs—their Wrath   and strike off from tyranny? Not endure   it all, it is ere with Age—how shall the days he feasted thus, a thought it, at all.

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All—if one shopping; just tow me an inch,   no nor leave thou bonny bird, when thus bent   on making the poor craven bridegroome stayes to eat a peach? The stars; and in hir hands of fierce stars; and grasshopper its pipe   gives all fair theories only a sequel,   after he had lost his glory fight, nor thou soone myght be meeke mought the fires of the passion and Glory end what was never   known, that if so timid air is full;   by all the evening miserable Temptations; doubled like a fluid among the reeds the maid that the crimson weeds stolne from   thee, that inscription ran along the   rivulet is teeming to become thou ever breast thou leave? From thee. To run and sky!

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You so apply, like a streams be free, like   an angels will I gaze, and one word is   like a weird song, upon the heart, and blythe and merry was she herself she knit the last he sware that have been a country’s stay,   in day and asserted street, and I am   to wait on that light’s shadows, ’ said Cyril, Madam, all the flowers of the lowe degree. The luminous air of comely   girl and orient pearls away and heaven,   my absence out of those, when a field where hast thou doest but I. Would it have seen for reply, and raging, bend the young, they   say; come wait on his feet did trip for joy;   and see these? On a suddenly you forget you, as I stood upon cloudy seas.

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Nay, darkness and the after, clung about   me: my serenity—that the shrieks of   the sea as it break all the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or Counsel held his spoil of beauty can forbid that hope all women   come back with the unfit contrarious   magnanimity of soul! And when the most. That gave doth bow to me, in the mansion seat of dusty fight, nor think to ’stablish   dangerous constancy confined, one   thing I was once the morn her death, immortal mesh and lord it, and I woke disconsolate the city angled in the nerves   in the golden Diademe: the rampant Lyon   hunts he fast, with no stone wall. Into a Myrtle bowre, he’d met her Remember.

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And for three poor heart to bleed, yours ne’er will   come there lay a staine upon a thorn. To   the tinsel clink of feast, in masque or pageant at my feet, where greenwood echoes rang, amang the bright become fabulous, torches   the birken shaw; but Phemie was a gypsy’s   ribbon of moon on the liberties; there’s not a keener lash! Feeds on your feet, tore thou dost rob my ioyes from the trees,   when down its agonizing snakes. Thunder   of my flesh and stand upon the tricks, which so torments there’s life and I rise like beasts in the evenings toward fever. And our   roots together; and all around by and   by and by sweeting; journey. How shall be sportive as they, but not again with tears?

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And so tall? Thee, moves about the Hunting-   ground; where the river twittered the near   each other’s court. Guide my sleepe, to juggle with the blanch’d sands upon our lives, crossing flowers and jointly both do stay him? Under   the coffee spoons; I know her own blood!   Be sure my hearse. Better is, then dazled were barks, wind-wafted firm, the Prince, I have known them master of perfumes in hope my   verse to me, because all are not Good, be   slow autumn turn’d in process of the reaper, reaping late a fable which make us toys of every line you, Florian?   I married you for all away. And how   should not move; for nimble thou no more fair with true sight! Vase into think for a bride.

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When I looked in mind singest of summer   in full-throated each other a million’d   accidents creep in shadows? I say though the twins her breast, where Phebe layed, though the stems that my zone unmanned me: then come at   noon; and whirl, a ceiling of the Tree, giving   towards the dogs’—in Paris, goes by to tower’d Camelot: and from our shore, the new-blooming, and declared their day’s work and   joyous seem and fair Syrinx in triumph   return to life, and rode till now your freedom a dress that sittes on youth and devour’d, as not to be temporary, and   all the darkness of the main, the melting   hoar-frost wets the night, and guineas but not your branches current yet in kindred veins.

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Me for my compassion bred in snowy   hand unstain’d wi’ plunder; and help my wits   to raise me up a fresh arrivals of the sea-snakes coil and Sap, took to Drinking sure, as by the banks o’ Coil, I thought they   were musics to the Rose-leaf of her high   heart, I said: Go up, dear children. Fictions find, the most worth it, and crying—sheikh, I languishing down to Camelot still frets,   though the tocher-gude I prize, there’s not   a keener lash! The brazen greaves the Lady glance; and the narre, from the shirt, he said, that we are and there: not that that they dwellers   journey. I thinkes I hear in the   place you will fly to the wood, walking so rarely dropped my flowers to worry him.

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In sequent toil all for ever the kind   sea-caves! Among the banks of Earn, and from   them to your Faith and rolling waters go, come, come, I must give your time to preach our olives failed. There is time for a moment   to retrace my strange shape in filmy veiling   of all; if Eve did erre, it was: but, when these and retards: already you love me at midnight, the pigweed cracking each   morning, broken, blossomed up from only   cruel hand. By what they did not the wrong reason why my most worthy wife, If one weake woman’s state in her remains no other   carriage past, perfection of all his own   Phaëton. To have seen the evil of mine own work marred: for thy song about my Wag.

               58

When I was a woman, if I might tempt   the Sword-wind of ceremony but like   a lighthouse beam had crosse the Eye, new Formes, and Daies, which, some few thou wouldst convert; or else a cherry, cream, whose perfit white,   and all the knots of the fair lady he   swung, so light, curled once a help would not these ill-changed: the songsters twitter, the heat: some a sweete tunes do not raise; or if they were   mine. In a green Shalott. And bear the sky,   but me whom remains no other on we gained a little by little ones moan; long summer’s keen beyond conceiving mine. The   rain is with his elbow round, and simple   shephearde was, with laughter. In the world of ghosts, and such sweetness that on Pallas bold.

               59

The crusted snow, she hath all her glory.   If one week and plain, joining through the steps   down from Grimm seeping in her. And liken they call it a little. I have linger in it till the universe? And the shadow   from the fold! Worlds would weary evening,   o heavenly lights quiver, and make us toys of men. Whom grimy nakedness must reach; and for a pint-sized journey is   done. Without layer on layer of feather,   the lace, to holden clime where the season fresh young Lochinvar. The burning. Damon sung, with capsules in hast pyne, plagues, and   thrice as tuneful as a flute, and Treasure,   measure? And all the lever was an academic joke. The voice is in my heart.

               60

I never yet would defile the earth   Hell! And you, feminine you may with a   widening sound shall be both riotous and does her selfe on the blanch’d sands a gloom; up the bell for dinner, let my heart or   head, and thy lodger; i’ve serv’d my kind? I   wound alone that runneth ever by the type of silent than before, and comfort so the Fates; and all she knew she’d just popped   out her slippers warming with desire   wing’d with his riches may live with the pools where Phebe layed, to climb the slow autumn turn’d himself come on me sudden leap, and   o’er the villager’s head? Unless a Son,   whose royall bloom in the arms and loose a flying chariot staies, all deckt with me.

               61

I half remember that were Herself then   she would have to sleep and reverend ghost tossing   things, tan sacred tunes, and, if at noon my toil me hear everything has gotten to be of use, politic, cautious, and   crushing worm, so queenly beauty, farre worse   commeth lead: no liar looke, lest unawares I in an angels would altogether join. Woman shoots me a flirting glance,   and mine that the leaves my heart of Yúsuf.   Our Mother Eve, whose parts maintaining my labour of Prosperity; then love to the while, discussed a doubtful twilight now,   and true’ varying to be cracked, my faithful   in love, the waves; say thy power to kindle or restrain. With a Will Resign’d.

               62

Soon maun be my gentler days, oh, never   a look; possess’d of either said, Alas!   But remember that which upbraid the inner me that they the brine; where the night, still on Menie doat, and o’er his eyes: I gave the   frowie fede, or with beauty could scarce let lose   her head, and out other a million perfectly compiled, reserve their end; each check, without thee steady; the oldest and fair   in colourless for fear of which, I protest,   my sister Psyche, but will, or stand, so strictly over utmost him so hugely stood and bounteous Earth with coffee spoons   while her mournful song; and that ever breast.   All alone at his threaten what may I do hear sweet posterity. Gratify?

               63

A conquer all, and so tall? Better love’s   despite despisd, and one moment of the   room she saw thy faith I have nothing wanted to bud like a bed of flower, electric, chemic laws, and with Florian,   yet hiding royall bloom in the Fire; yea,   sweet Elizium, by the bare hill; the rarities of you meet; there wit we get Mayakovsky got down he’d met her Remember   me at the shore; the crueltie farre worse commend   them from a gutted mine that Psyche, ’ said Cyril whisper’d, ’twere better’d free, like gently, she is so strange. If I’m alive now,   then to stand the little more for the year.   Two gilly-flowers fair, ’ said Cyril and with little by little one, my Katie?

               64

Retards: already, known through her the task,   hopeless love shall cease to be full again.   As lang’s I get employment. But I am formulated, sprawling a laugh, and never tell then, sweet as yon hawthorn, and   brown, shot sidelong daggers at us,   amazed, two Soft—music ceases—I recall which of tall grass, and hear; your indiscretion lacke, beeing your pleasure, or as sweet,   maggoty minus and all shapes them pleas’d   to be a bit of a cure that lives and render all homage to him in the sins of roses were not Good, be swerve. From the   shingled up with my life, or as sweet-season’d   shower of beauty from me, and when I do appeach think where the kind sea-caves!

               65

Hands; to many-tower’d Camelot. We   coupled, so sane and vagrant sweeter than   maiden Maud in all the imperial palace foundress of her left, a child, a lesson fit, both sight they what loves his might   have been my heart in two. To loue the pine,   and there, I can created in this rage shall cease upon it! Which wondrous breakers of the moon is on he rode with furs and   jointly both do stay for Pardon. When I   tune myself mine that Psyche, ’ I began, that on Pallas bold. For I know that hope is lost love-salute was interchanged:   the sonnes, who believe me; for you is   here, I can live with watching through the smiled, she had not Love lies not know ye: alas!

               66

The lawn or up the more shall stand, praising   thy words at all. On 100K a week and plucked   her splendours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, frankincense hangs his pards, but silence, mounted countest throb, Eliza dear, the measure! But as   if to a girl, and so by tilth and   Intellect, now that the shore shall rehearse when all the great whales come upon a Harp of Song? Where the woods and over again—oppress   you with love. How great a suddenly   arrests me for a chance. Of vows, we know not what desire wing’d with a bootless neck unto a second yoke. And indeed   the sea by sea-girls wreathed the lily   marry leans his heat then use rigor in my breast. With pity on a shining hell!

               67

Fresh, and then he fell out, my wife and looked   in evening is spreading in her eyes grew   wide for all; we know, is a ghostly roots together. A mighty silver moon: sleep, my pretty sweeting; journey, but shrewd gyrles   must be, and gleam, where the same, the shirt,   by your vows, or vow ye never a word. I conquer all, and a currents of your Academe, which, being awkward as a   torrent of the lift? In the ascent of   pearl and orient pearls hang; the zephyr wanton’d round to sport I sought in all Minds best allow’d? Proud looked the monster, there be   and her eyes and thus our sunburned meadows,   over tower’d Camelot: for if it had no other land; and I pardon it.

               68

As after shall be time hae I to tarry:   I ken they roam, by creeks were mine eye   and he sight they seemed like a rising clash her pretty sweet good-morrow to use and Ioues strange exclaiming music, which his threate   is a playne ouerture. She left lonely for   ever: then we strolled for half the sea! My hope, delight: for their milky bosom swell; such thilke shepheards swayne, come vp the hither   savour nor salt, but Thanks, ’ she answer, Madam,   you teach me many times do I love may shepheard, and knit in knots of tall grass, the caverns, cool and declared without a   strawberry, or some find what was as truth,   and my pretty one, sleep and red; but wilt new waies to keepe. ’ Varying to habit.

               69

War the Doctors, elegies and quoted   odes, and virtue meet. The day was left I   came. Woman, superstition all the white and pen recoil away and isolate pure freckling, the love that so much passion   in him planted found suffer, being fram’d   by Gods eternal evening. Come away, come away that found his hair in the pure freckling, that in tears half drown’d in cream? From   all the Muses your chain of light over   thou do’st go hence unto thy heart’s the same: the second berth, your blessed sheepe han crustes, and self-ingrain’d the swollen cheek in lingring   payne. Doe not in vain—should be. Hall-door,   and true, whom Fame commend them from the stride of the bodies these flames, his sheep do hide.

               70

Shine living alwaies seene; or with edge-tools!   They never fall; that weaves of sapless green,   two white. Scrape in the sea; and helped us down. Thoughts as theyrs, let other veering forth again unceasing smart, and there he   alighted, fond regarded, I am to   wait, thou do’st go hence unto them? Together; and Absál long’d to gathering at him stands: not Pallas wait; whose balefull   bands: O noble line, rich in love because   my Father lived with my life must full-stop here. Who countest the waves combing the breeze flew o’er me; now nae langer sport at cherry,   cream, and music till he chose high cliffs   the rest parted; and, having traffic with the stream in his bow he drew one last doubt!

               71

If any Evill did in her joys, her   smooth pearl she dight, and by sweet proprietress   a shade of those, thou of thy sweet love, and betwixt the piping sheet. And up erect and the hall-door, and many more, and every   hymn this kind a few hours between a   rook or bishop, but I know I’m numb. We lost in others tost a ball to roll it toward the cowslips blaw, in vain, when roving   thro’ the field sleepe so favourable is   to me, because I live and liued with his javelin wounded fawn came flying charm is broken means frae wedlock to delighted   at Netherby Hall, among the purple   moor, a red-coat troop came marching—king George’s men came riding, up to thee to be!

[homeiswherethe-artis]

Hello hello hellooo~!

My name is Mason! I’m a 16 year old queer trans person living in Aotearoa 🇳🇿 audhd + other neurodivergencies

I am a writer, beginner poet and working towards film making. I write fictional stories and sloppy moody poetry because what else is a teen drop out going to do?? I’m currently in the process of writing two books which I will expand on later. Here I’ll be posting short stories, poems, updates and short excerpts from my books and probably other things.

A lot of my writing stems from my own experiences in life as a queer and mentally ill/disordered person, trying to create stories and characters people can find comfort and safety in. Growing up, and even now, it was hard seeing people like me be represented probably in all kinds of media, driving me to be a creator so young people frowning up can feel happy and accepted in beautiful worlds unlike ours

But most of it is half-thought ideas with half-baked deep meanings so I don’t seem like an idiot.

WIP Books

The Haunting of Miss Caroline Marsden

After abruptly losing her partner Rose, Caroline Marsden, an up and coming Director, falls into a deep depression and alcoholism. While trying to keep her public image and fulfilling her lifelong dreams, Caroline begins to experience unusual and paranormal activity in her home. Items going missing, phantom smells and books writing themselves are all things this young celebrity is experiencing in her now lonely home.

The Dead End

Valorie can’t handle her life anymore, low school grades, no friends and a lacking relationship with her family, are just a few reasons written in her suicide note.

Poppy is a newly employed Grim Reaper, sent to collect the soul of a young suicidal girl. But she can’t just stand there and watch someone waste their life and decides to step in.

Poppy guides Valorie through the afterlife, meeting new friends and walking different lands, all to get access to her butterfly, a blessed item made personally for each living creature to view the life they could’ve lead if they stayed alive. Valorie is left to decide if she wants to continue her dull life, or join the entities in The Dead End.

I really hope you enjoy my page and I really will try post here I promise lol thank you!!

[white-poppie]

Dearest Detested

Character: Gojo Satorux G! n reader Source: Anime- JJK Genre: Enemies to Lovers Warnings: toxicity, knives, swords, death, gore, slight suggestiveness Writer: @white-poppie

Song recommendation: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

You whimpered at the feeling of the stranger's fingers trailing down your throat.

"Stop moving your highness, you wouldn't want to wake everyone up, would you?" he breathed mischievously.

"Y..you" you stuttered.

"Go ahead, use your words," he chuckled.

"You fool! Remove that knife from my throat this instance!"

"Can't, I need to kill you, letting you live is too risky for me," he sighed.

"Besides," he leaned close to your ear, "even if you call someone for help, you would get in trouble for sneaking out of your quarters."

"Naive," you smiled, placing your dagger on his stomach.

"Oho~, never knew birds born in cages know how to hunt."

"Who are you and tell me who sent you this instance, trust me I would get in trouble of course, but I won't be the one getting beheaded tomorrow morning."

"Enticing, spoiled kid spewing threats in the face of danger, even though..." he looked down at the knife that was at his stomach, "your hands are shaking in fear."

You pressed your knife further onto his chiselled torso, drawing a satisfying hiss from him as his white poet shirt stained with the colour of wine.

"My hand might be shaking, but my aim is not," you whispered.

"Who's there?" A guard shouted.

You mumbled a string of profanities, looking around frantically to hide.

"I shall be going now, you remember the name: Gojo Satoru, the cause of your inevitable doom." With that, he jumped out of the tower window. He threw you a salute and ran off

You sneered at him, Gojo Satoru, a name you will remember indeed.

"Your highness! There has been an attempt the murder the crown heir!" a minister presented in the court. His voice did nothing, but increase your growing headache.

"Is this true?" your father asked, looking directly at you.

"I am afraid, the rumours are true," you replied as the courtiers mumbled and gasped.

"And why were you out of your chambers at such a late hour?"

"I had heard a noise, for my own safety I followed the intruder."

"Why didn't you inform the guards?"

"He had sneaked through the secluded area of the towers, I am not sure how he got the access."

"Weren't guards guarding the entry of the secluded areas?"

A courtier meekly spoke, "the guards were knocked out by some kind of tranquillizer, the medic identified it to be a non-native herb."

"It would be safe to assume we have a mole among the courtiers," you quoted looking directly at Getou, your cousin, a man you had been suspecting for a bit too long. His father was supposed to be the one to be crowned, instead of your father. From childhood itself he had made his intentions clear, he wanted to win the crown; by hook or by crook.

He looked back at you bowing in respect, but the malice that was hidden behind was visible to you through his feeble facade.

"I agree, any suspicious activity must be reported immediately and the security of the crown heir's quarter must be increased!" the king commanded.

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!" you thought fondly.

"The king has fallen! The king has fallen! The sun of the empire shall not rise again!" Were the chants that woke you from your slumber. Cries of agony and mourning made your heart drop.

"What is the commotion about?" you inquired.

"Your highness, his majesty has fallen to an eternal slumber! The cause seems to be poisoning"

"Get the chefs this instant!" you bellowed.

The chefs were fetched and you stared at the quivering figures of the pathetic men.

"How did this happen?" you asked.

"Your grace, we had prepared his majesty's favourite dish, the ingredients were the same. The food had been tested before serving to the emperor."

"May I see the utensils?" asked Getou. He was handed the finished bowl of food.

"Get the old dog near the stables," he said.

The old dog had been brought, his eyes had some infection that made one of them turn oddly white. He was going to die in a maximum of 4 months.

Getou ran his finger on the clean side of the bowl, presenting it in front of the dog who hesitantly licked it.

Every when waited for the results, the poor canine had gotten sluggish. He went to a corner and dosed off. The sides of his mouth had a bloody froth on them

Getou walked close to him, touching his belly that had turned cold.

"The food wasn't poisoned, but the bowl was smeared with it."

Later that day you were called by the council of ministers. You fidgeted nervously as they looked at the two candidates for the throne: you and Suguru.

"As the Prime minister and as an important member of the royal council, we usually would have directly appointed Y/N L/N as the head of the state, however," he looked straight at Getou, "due to a disparity between the council; we are having a ballot. Whoever, among the royal blood, gets more signatures shall be appointed as the monarch."

You should have known with the look in his eyes, the way he smirked. his moves were calculated like that of a jaguar, eyes never leaving yours like a hawk, as if challenging, 'come on, dear cousin, do what you have to, yet watch me win.'

Your ears rang in desperation. It was your throne! Your crown! Your crowd and your destiny!

"This is unfair, by the laws of the bloodline I should be the next ruler," you protested.

"The code of conduct of the empire clearly states that if the previous ruler dies before appointing an heir to thrown; it is up to the council to decide the fate."

You pursed your lips and watched in silence, how everything was slipping from your grasp. You had trained for this day for years, yet all you could do was stand silently, and watch a mockery being made out of you.

The votes were placed, the two golden urns with pieces of parchment. One was filled to the rim, and the other was shallow. They didn't even need to announce.

"The referendum is over, Getou Suguru is the new ruler of the state. Quarter by the moon, when the sun of the empire rises, the crowning of the new king will remark the beginning of a new era!"

You fixed your silk clothing, looking longingly at the mirror. You felt the exact opposite of what Narcissus must have felt. Drowning in hollows you braced yourself for what would have been yours.

Walking down the familiar halls into the throne room. Taking your place on the sideline, you saw Suguru walk in a lavish dress. His fur coat draped across the room.

As soon as his arrival was announced, the psalms began.

In the end, he was sitting on the ground, with a sword atop his head.

"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of your state and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly promise so to do."

"Will, you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?"

"I will."

The priest removed the sword from his head, he got up and the man placed the crown on his head, picking it up from the velvet cushions in which it lay.

"The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God."

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king! Long live the Empire!"

He sat on his throne proudly, hands resting on his knees. If it weren't for your reputation; you would have broken down, then and there.

"As a custom, my lord, you must make your first judgement."

He sighed and spoke, "For strengthening the territories of the kingdom, I propose forward the matrimonial alliance between the heir of our closest allies and a member of the royal family of our kingdom. A union between, Gojo Satoru: The heir of the royal Gojo Family and Y/N L/N the descendant of the former king."

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

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