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shisasan · 2 days ago
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28 February 1910, Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems
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punchitmrsulu · 3 months ago
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This is a photo of Cillian Murphy in the set of 28 Years Later. So, the zombie might not be Jim after all, which is a huge relief for me!
However, he could still be the zombie because this could also just be a flashback showing how he became the zombie. I’m hoping not but we can’t know for sure yet.
And I’m still very worried about what happened to Selena and Hannah.
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kirk-hammett-bl0g · 1 month ago
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Creator: betterbebugs on tiktok
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austin-friars · 4 months ago
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hersurvival · 8 months ago
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Lain in plain sight,
Nothing more than another rock
Left in the grass.
As the first, I was immediately left
For the following clutch.
Mother would feign injuries,
Not to protect us,
But because she thrived on attention.
It's unfair to say father was inattentive,
However it felt as if he were always
75 feet away, physically distant.
27, never made a sound,
But I shout, "kill deer, kill deer."
"See me, see me."
@nosebleedclub June 17th - Killdeer
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bluebellhairpin · 3 months ago
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Watching the 28 Years Later trailer and hearing the Boots poem? Freaky as FUCK. I have to watch these movies now.
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cavedwellermusic · 23 days ago
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28 Years Later and Boots – A Brief Look at a Century Old Recording
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A recent trailer for the upcoming movie 28 Years Later has sparked a large amount of discussion online due to its choice of soundtrack. The trailer features an altered version of a century old recording of the poem Boots by Rudyard Kipling. This article takes a brief look at the poem, the recording and the modern altered version used in the trailer. Danny Boyle’s 28 Years Later is set for release June 20, 2025.
Read the article, watch the trailer and listen to the original Boots recording:
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cowboylikeyouu · 2 months ago
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just saw the 28 years later trailer in theaters idk if the chills i got will ever go away again
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ksadvent · 1 year ago
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Already Day 28? clings to December
I can't believe December is almost over!! Day 28 brings you a fic and a poem.
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Title: maybe it's much too early in the game
Author: LieutenantDru
Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 907
Summary: Jim smiled. "So, what are you doing New Year's Eve?"
"That's today," Spock said. "For a few minutes longer."
"But what are you doing tonight?" Jim said. There was some kind of answer that he was looking for, some hidden layer to his question that Spock didn't understand.
In response to a prompt by gunstreet.
Title: dance with me by the fireside
Author: USS_Queertastic
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Words: 66
Summary: With the backdrop of a quiet winter moment, basking in the afterglow, Spock invites Jim to slow dance by the fireside taking him in, in every sense. In response to a prompt by gunstreet.
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My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white ! —
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
This said, ... he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand ... a simple thing,
Yet I wept for it! — this, ... the paper's light ...
Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future thundered on my past.
This said, I am thine — and so its ink has paled
With lying at my heart that beat too fast.
And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed,
If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet 28
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bebebisous33 · 2 years ago
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A Poem A Day/Jinx/ Painter Of The Night: The true Face of Family 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👦
#Jinx #jinxchapter30 #징크스 #jinx @_MinGwa #kimdan #joojaekyung #jinxmanhwa #야화첩 #夜画帳 #seungkyum #PainterOfTheNight #potn #PintorNocturno The essay "The true face of family👩‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👧" is finished. Retweet/like it as support. Thanks.
Please support the authors by reading the manhwas on the official websites. This is where you can read the manhwas: Jinx and POTN  But be aware that these Manhwas are mature Yaois, which means, it is about homosexuality with explicit scenes. If you want to read more essays about Painter Of The Night, here is the link to the table of contents. Here is the link of the table of contents about…
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28sonnetslater · 19 days ago
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#12 - A Wednesday Car
This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets After the film ‘A Complete Unknown’, with apologies to all the participants ‘Sylvie’ equals ‘Suze’, for the purposes of reality With some words from the song of the same name by Johnny Cash
...the new dawn’s magic, Wednesday’s sorcery that haunts this earthly city’s cracks and peaks with words to tie you down or set you free, to liberate those lemons, dogs and freaks.
In Greystone, Woody shines but cannot speak of all he’s been and all that he has done, while Pete recounts the wonders that he seeks and Johnny simply laughs and gets his gun.
Now Bobby rides electric wheels for fun as Sylvie weeps for what she helped create, yet Joan cannot regret what is to come ‒ a whole wide world to circumnavigate.
She whispers softly ‘just fuck off and sing’. She knows the hope and loss that Thursday brings...
RJT
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dwynwenscottage · 28 days ago
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“Good Bones”
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children.
The world is
at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am
trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be
beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
Maggie Smith
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trendingnews25 · 3 months ago
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chonospoem-a-day · 4 months ago
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captainpirateface · 4 months ago
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