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Sorry I didn’t get back to you it’s just that I’m completely unfit for human interaction.

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(through gritted teeth) i love being out of my comfort zone it is necessary for my personal development

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Van Gogh details

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Whimsical rings

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pretty red book covers

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elaborate book covers

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Tasks that take 15 min but 3 hours if you include the agonies

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Anyone else feel the dread? Clap if you feel the dread

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Unintellectual property. Really dumb but it's mine.

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Tolkien’s writing style gets criticized so much because of his heavy use of descriptions and imagery, especially of nature, but I just adore how he conveys images. Each time I reread his works, I find myself amazed once again at how beautiful, lush, and evocative his writing is. These are some of my favorites I’ve noticed as I’ve been catching up on the newsletter:

“Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea.”

“The West wind was sighing in the branches. Leaves were whispering. Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk. A star came out above the trees in the darkening East before them.”

“After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the feeling of disquiet left them, and they no longer listened for the sound of hoofs.”

“It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.”

“But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter. Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air.”

“They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet.”

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–Mary Oliver

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American doctors LOVE shrugging and going “well you’re getting older now, age brings chronic pain, you just have to deal with it” to 24 year olds

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A beaver in a rehab facility decided to build a dam by the doorway

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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It is exhausting!