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Five times a day, I make tea. I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness. I'm not used to it— warmth and kindness, both-so I create my own when I can.

Leila Chatti, from "Tea"

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Archaic Words: Colours

for your next poem/story

Adarnech - colour like gold

Albyn - white

Argentine - silver

Ashied - made white

Aureat - golden

Bicollede - blackened

Blackbrown - brunette

Blewing - blue paint

Bleye - blue

Brune - brown

Camet - silver

Ende - a blue colour

Falwe - yellow

Florrey - a blue dye

Gaudy green - a light green colour

Ginger - a pale red colour

Gold-hewen - of a golden colour

Gridelin - a sort of colour composed of white and red

Grisard - grey

Grizle - a darkish grey

Inde - azure-coloured

Minim - a kind of brown tawny colour

Parvenke - a pink

Pear-coloured - red

Purpuring - having a purple colour

Sangronie - blood-red colour

Shay - a light colour

True blue - the best blue colour

Tuly - a kind of red or scarlet colour

Umber - a sort of brown colour

Vermaile - red

Virent - green, unfaded

Watchet - a pale blue colour

Whity brown - a pale dusky brown

Yvor - ivory

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists

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Moon and Venus conjunction

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Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. But you are fortunate in your ignorance, in your isolation. You who have suffered, find where love hides. Give, share, lose—lest we die, unbloomed.

-Kill Your Darlings

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— Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovsky (1958) (via lunamonchtuna)

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And I seem to have such strength in me now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist.' In thousands of agonies—I exist. I'm tormented on the rack— but I exist! Though I sit alone on a pillar-I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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This is the view from Charlotte Brontë’s bedroom (now the Brontë Parsonage Museum), Haworth, Yorkshire. Charlotte was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters whose novels became classics of English literature. 

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