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Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee—and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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Shoutout to Hozier for literally inventing Love.

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"Henry Winter would love this-" "Henry Winter would love that!-"

Henry Winter wouldn't acknowledge your existence unless it somehow benefits him in some way. Let's be real 😫

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I always want you when I'm finally fine

I bet on losing dogs.

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Alternate universe where Neil Perry & Todd Anderson graduate and get married and grow old together.

(i am deeply in denial, I'll never get over this)

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"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin"

-hozier

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"From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,"

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The difference in aesthetics when it comes to both of the books I'm currently working on- 🥲

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Thinking about this.

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"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

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Dead Poets Society

-1989

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In my Solitude ♡

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"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

-Dead Poets Society

☆📜✒️☕️🚬🏛☆

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do you wanna be mutuals?

Of course!! :3☆☆

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"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind, which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

Sylvia Plath, 'The Bell Jar'

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It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.

-Donna Tartt

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Words and ideas can change the world~