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eurigmorgan · 1 year ago
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What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
Shakespeare, Sonnet 97
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regicidal-defenestration · 8 months ago
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A bus is basically the classic thing to wait in the rain for
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happyheidi · 1 year ago
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𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 & 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
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nothingbizzare · 13 days ago
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Cold winds and warm hands
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xrnoodle · 4 months ago
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NAMI, THE NAVIGATOR - The woman raises her head, shifting under a thick quilt.
NAMI, THE NAVIGATOR - Do you need something, sir?
EMPATHY - She spent the previous night awake, entirely focused on her work. That concentration has been disrupted by you.
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lepetitdragonvert · 1 year ago
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The Ice Ship
Artist : Angela Barrett (b. 1955)
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ecoharbor · 7 months ago
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📍Norway 🇳🇴
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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The girls are plottinggggg
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wen chao#wang lingjiao#Realizing she was supposed to have an upper lip mole was a cold slap in the face. So sorry ma'am. I won't forget again.#They are evil dumbass 4 evil dumbass and I think we are all missing out on the sheer potential of the comedy between these two.#They have way too much power and are using it for the wrong reasons - which makes them truly great villains.#And when things don't go their way they become piles of whining sludge.#Wang Lingjiao is forever fascinating to me even though we only get crumbs about her.#She's a servant girl who's greatest asset is her beauty and her attractiveness.#Meaning she's had a life being in the gaze of people with significant positions of power over her.#I can't help but read her childishness and petty tantrums as someone who has finally been given the chance to not feel powerless.#If she was a more virtuous type we might 'like' her more but honestly...I don't think she would have survived to this point.#WLJ has only known power hierarchies her whole life. Probably accused of seduction before she even understood what that meant.#I love contrasting her with mianmian because they have similar(ish) backgrounds but different approaches to moving forwards#But WLJ's story is about flying too close to the sun and mianmian's is about going too close to the water.#Like the sea mist dragging her down into complacency - all the sect powerplays are mandatory to 'go along with' if she wants to climb-#-the social ladder. Yet she is the cautionary tale (and a foil to JGY as well) she leaves before sacrificing her own morals.#Mianmian flies away with her wings only slightly plucked while those who sacrificed everything to reach for the top crash and burn.
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eurigmorgan · 2 years ago
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Rainy morning on Cape Cod
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uwhe-arts · 10 months ago
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. . . | uwhe-arts
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downfalldestiny · 1 year ago
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Glimpses of Antarctica ❄️ !.
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nipuni · 1 year ago
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Some photos from our short trip north last week! Santiago de Compostela, Ourense and A Coruña 😊
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bunabi · 3 months ago
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it's always 'push them left" until protestors show up to do just that 😭 girl whatever
what happened to making your voice heard and politicians earning your vote....is that not what election season is about...this is so silly fr
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faaun · 4 months ago
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what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again
#i just dont know how else to tell you everything !!! santoor from a different room the large family gathering the black tea with saffron#drank out of delicate glass and gold vessels cold marble on hot nights big stars big rivers big mountains#visible from busy tehran roads the ease of conversation tension eased by sarcasm tall tall cliffsides you drive by#rushing to put on headscarves before the head teacher comes in a rave by the base of damavand massive sun pastel purple skies#disjunct architecture trucks on road sides with fresh fruits pomegranates watermelons oranges everywhere#the smell of golpar on tangerines beautiful girls in tehran holding hands bautiful boys in kermanshah speaking kurdish the janky#cars on the verge of breakdown held together by love caspian sea lighting up in spring staying up into the morning on noruz#my friends uncle sang and played setar his son played the violin a little fear a lot of love remnants of something#grand carved into the cliffside everything feels bigger taller the landscape swallows you it smells like#illegally imported wine and orange blossoms and auntie's tahchin soaking your eyes in warm tea when youre sick#tomatoes and salt concrete and stone something mandmade and something raw new flag old resilience#the anger getting to us bruised eyes big grin all i know is the north i feel sorry my mother asks if id be okay#if they got a place in tajikistan we love each other enough dont we? when we look in the mirror we see each other. theres a love letter#across the border and it says I MISS YOU IM GLAD YOURE DOING BETTER itll never be the same im not okay with it at all there are no more#stars i miss jumping over big fires i miss our fireworks im sorry we cant be happy anymore everyone#leaves the mint and rosewater and sunlight for a reason.#it's not pride it's just generational regret
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usafphantom2 · 1 month ago
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Timed exposure shot of a BAE Systems FA2 Sea Harrier landing at night on to the deck of HMS Illustrious, on patrol in the Arabian Gulf. June 2008.
@ron_eisele via x
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elixir · 8 months ago
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Bransfield Strait Elliot Rebellious — 2009
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