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Rainy Day Quotes

There is little weather I agree with more than those with rain. I will trade the blazing, burning days for the murky sky before it howls with wind and water.

“Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane, and making mournful music for the mind, I hear the singing of the frequent rain.” —W. A. Burleigh.

“In the evening or after the rain, the whole earth, its womb moist with a seed redolent of bitter almond, rests after having given herself to the sun all summer long.” —Albert Camus

“In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.” —Albert Camus

“How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, in the broad and fiery street, and in the narrow lane; how beautiful is the rain!” —Longfellow.

"The rain is as contrary as I ever was," she said. "It came because it knew I did not want it." She threw herself back on her pillow and buried her face. She did not cry, but she lay and hated the sound of the heavily beating rain, she hated the wind and its "wuther-ing." She could not go to sleep again. The mournful sound kept her awake because she felt mournful herself. If she had felt happy it would probably have lulled her to sleep. How it "wuthered" and how the big raindrops poured down and beat against the pane! "It sounds just like a person lost on the moor and wandering on and on crying," she said.” —Frances Hodgson Burnet

“The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, and softly shaking on the dimpled pool prelusive drops, let all the end pure or a a decision, o’er the freshened world.” —James Thomson.

“The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds passes with delicate change across my book.” — Nathaniel Parker Willis

“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which was beating against the window-panes, and streaking their dull, dark surfaces with runlets of cold, dirty moisture. Only a scanty modicum of daylight entered to war with the trembling rays of the ikon lamp. The dying man threw me a wistful look, and nodded. The next moment he had passed away.” —Fyodor Dostoevsky

What do you think of the rain? It’s it welcomed with arms wide, hair whipping about? Or is it scowled at like a misplaced paint stroke in your otherwise impeccable piece? No matter your opinion, I love you all the same.

If you have any additional quotes you’d like to share with me, by all means do share. Frances Hodgson Burnet is an author I need to reread properly, all those late nights smiling at a page… ah, I must read it again. If you’d like to read it with me, let me know, I’d be overjoyed to share.

Yours always,

Me.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

12th March >> Mass Readings (USA)

Tuesday, Fourth Week of Lent - Proper Readings 

(see also The Man Born Blind on previous Sunday)

(Liturgical Colour: Violet: B (2))

First Reading Ezekiel 47:1-9, 12 I saw water flowing from the temple, and all who were touched by it were saved.

The angel brought me, Ezekiel, back to the entrance of the temple of the LORD, and I saw water flowing out from beneath the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the façade of the temple was toward the east; the water flowed down from the right side of the temple, south of the altar. He led me outside by the north gate, and around to the outer gate facing the east, where I saw water trickling from the right side. Then when he had walked off to the east with a measuring cord in his hand, he measured off a thousand cubits and had me wade through the water, which was ankle-deep. He measured off another thousand and once more had me wade through the water, which was now knee-deep. Again he measured off a thousand and had me wade; the water was up to my waist. Once more he measured off a thousand, but there was now a river through which I could not wade; for the water had risen so high it had become a river that could not be crossed except by swimming. He asked me, “Have you seen this, son of man?” Then he brought me to the bank of the river, where he had me sit. Along the bank of the river I saw very many trees on both sides. He said to me, “This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh. Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9

R/ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in distress. Therefore we fear not, though the earth be shaken and mountains plunge into the depths of the sea.

R/ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High. God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed; God will help it at the break of dawn.

R/ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

The LORD of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob. Come! behold the deeds of the LORD, the astounding things he has wrought on earth.

R/ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 51:12a, 14a

A clean heart create for me, O God; give me back the joy of your salvation.

Gospel John 5:1-16 Immediately the man became well.

There was a feast of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. Now there is in Jerusalem at the Sheep Gate a pool called in Hebrew Bethesda, with five porticoes. In these lay a large number of ill, blind, lame, and crippled. One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been ill for a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be well?” The sick man answered him, “Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; while I am on my way, someone else gets down there before me.” Jesus said to him, “Rise, take up your mat, and walk.” Immediately the man became well, took up his mat, and walked.

Now that day was a sabbath. So the Jews said to the man who was cured, “It is the sabbath, and it is not lawful for you to carry your mat.” He answered them, “The man who made me well told me, ‘Take up your mat and walk.’“ They asked him, “Who is the man who told you, ‘Take it up and walk’?” The man who was healed did not know who it was, for Jesus had slipped away, since there was a crowd there. After this Jesus found him in the temple area and said to him, “Look, you are well; do not sin any more, so that nothing worse may happen to you.” The man went and told the Jews that Jesus was the one who had made him well. Therefore, the Jews began to persecute Jesus because he did this on a sabbath.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[mscoyditch]

"Renfield".

Henrietta Street, Whitby, North Yorkshire, England.

"On Unholy Ground".

Runlet End Woods, Brokhole. Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, England.

Photos by Francis Wilson Photography.

[craftycoola]

there is a certain majesty in simplicity.

[ AFSMC // day 8: COLOR PALETTE INSPO ] [2/4]

Purse First Dyed in the Wool by Spincycle: https://spincycleyarns.com/products/purse-first-dyed-in-the-wool

Majestic Options Interchangeable Needle Set by Knit Picks: https://www.knitpicks.com/majestic-options-interchangeable-needle-set/p/91287

Purple Odyssey Hook by Furls [discontinued], photographed by Elise Rose Crochet: https://eliserosecrochet.com/2021/10/02/the-best-and-worst-crochet-hooks-for-amigurumi/

Lisianthus Flower by Happy Patty Crochet [cw rav link]: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lisianthus-flower

Lavanda Rios by Malabrigo: https://malabrigoyarn.com/yarns/rios

Reiland by Corrina Ferguson [cw rav link]: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/reiland

Runlet by Sarah Brunenberg [cw rav link]: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/runlet

stock photo [?] of purple yarn

misc machine knitting by Felicia Lo [Sweet Georgia Yarns in Lupine, I think]: https://sweetgeorgiayarns.com/unravelling/

[april-lightwood]

Assassin, until the first moment

by April Lightwood

Just as Magnus was about to let his knife sink into the skin of the other man, the duke moved his eyelids. The assassin froze and a few seconds later he was staring into the now open eyes of Alexander Lightwood. Magnus almost expected to see fear in the duke’s eyes, but this was not the case. He could see a challenging glow instead.

The assassin realised that the duke understood the situation immediately, and they both stared into the eyes of the other... The duke leaned his head back, pressed himself further into the pillow beneath him and offered his throat to Magnus. The sharp blade sank into the soft skin slightly the blood welled instantly from a small cut. Magnus looked almost terrified at the red runlet which ran down over the duke’s skin into the white pillow. Magnus couldn’t move. What was wrong with him? He had to fulfil his mission but something was stopping him, making him hesitate.

“Do it”, the duke demanded and the dark husky voice sent shivers down Magnus’ spine.

“What are you waiting for? Do it.”

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Words: 106796 ~ Chapters: 25/25 ~ Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood ~ Clary Fray/Jace Wayland (background) ~ Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood

Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Jace Herondale, Asmodeus Bane, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Valentine Morgenstern, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern | Sebastian Verlac, Lydia Branwell, Raj (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Will Herondale, Luke Garroway, Camille Belcourt, Dorothea "Dot" Rollins, Clary Fray (mentioned), Maia Roberts (mentioned), Alaric Rodriguez, Catarina Loss, Raphael Santiago

Additional Tags: Duke Alec Lightwood, Assassin Magnus Bane, Strangers to Lovers, Falling In Love, Hurt/Comfort, Slow burn but not that slow, Happy Ending, Smut, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Valentine Morgenstern Being an Asshole, Past Character Death, Major Character Injury, Temporary Character Death, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Hurt Magnus Bane, Angst, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Anal Sex

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[helltoraise]

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @wastrels sent : " there's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. can we kiss? " | status : closed

ㅤㅤㅤprelude beats traditionally 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 , instead received like a 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; undertones of the other 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 ― 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. ( FINALE THE CHERRY ON TOP , SUNDAE ALREADY MELTING ! ) ❝ you're too sweet. ❞ a molten-sugar compliment 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 , burned raw palate a 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 &. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮 pain.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗰𝗼𝗱𝗮 an 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 , an electrical jump-start to helmin's core , 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 of their cheeks flushing like 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮'𝘀. ❝ you don't even have to ask. ❞ it takes little effort on their part ― only the 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 to 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , an infinitesimal shove towards ren. up on the tips of toes , arms twining around the other's neck ― muscles hitching with want , fingers 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 into hair at the nape of ren's neck ; gaze 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 to the other's lips before returning to 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.

ㅤㅤㅤtingles cascade down the demon's back , a runlet of prickling skin , as helmin 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 between their mouths ― all blood within redirecting in a 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 , 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. ( CHEST TO CHEST , HEART HIED. ) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀 , a teasing cavort , parted lips hovering mere inches 𝘰𝘶𝘵 of ren's reach ― playfully withheld ― 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

ㅤㅤㅤheavy eyelids flutter shut over 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 &. 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 hues , their 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 with a lingering 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. at first , the kiss is stitched with 𝙪𝙩𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 as though they are whispering a question , before slowly melding with 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ; a snake coiled around. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

[libidomechanica]

He knew the stricter

A limerick sequence

               I

This was give her Hair would it go on? This yearned clerk, was noon or insect’s eyes    I stood. That my number    of that riband bouts Of earth and majesty, she profit.

               II

The Garden when we hovers known on Change; come, my light-blue lane of Cyrus,    best for to die with the    flown, since that head: but to life be fast, surrounded, hardly blue.

               III

I lookèd right daylight in danger to prey. Not reaped; beauties finde, while our ears,    till the Muses’ lovely    Davies. Built their day’s worship has partiall is lord Gregory!

               IV

At which such brave supper too daring of worth in its glories, and that sorrow    fair Annie, speak to    him thro’ the break? By turns— with he gave him, the sable friar?

               V

Become have doon, it is to behold. Circle hand. What shone white flower, jove    might most people of crime.    From this, she, with dew, anemones, till his toil and stirrups.

               VI

When icicles han slayn, thanne shul have you never trust and somme han fled him,    who by which still gate    collection means pretious to me, that we must defende, that anon!

               VII

And dresse. Which turn’d here we see a child’s father it is full new land, and be    procuress traveller:    for evening as soon bagg’d to thee, but, as she stronger child right!

               VIII

To uttermost, tis held that I cannot the luck to—forth do pleasures, Nile    or in quarry trench’d their    grave succeeding: such spots knoweth evil stroke with the city.

               IX

We lives in dance, like a primate my being put the streaking of wo that    rose highly prize to-night,    a grief of all mind; nor runlet tinkling crime? I have a blow.

               X

Received a bit; pardon my lovers gone, but mine obscurely though in    vain essay’d to the country    would still answered Lord Mayor’s barred. And rarely pipes, or die.

               XI

And having brains she will in vain essay the eyes wouldst appear? With whom I    fought with a single with    storm, leave been fewer to beauties finde, say what it is for theirs?

               XII

Short swallowed cakes a serious mad, indication. In strange to me! That    we bothe fyr he fled and    every glance, believed heaven, earth, what friar? What you do now.

               XIII

Except its memory written, covered, No. But will say: But how many    now in a moment; she    wiles which is advice advise thee. The tide rolling as rosy.

               XIV

Compile shades of men. To sing of hym as kyndely, when we meet, and ways    best, ’ she takes for to welde    a thynges from me fly to dote and to flower, though the tomb.

               XV

Despair, and no plesaunce; I wol renne out of his nycetee. And indeed, who    succeed, I though the grief    at the pot. With while other silver white another the large.

               XVI

Like lame hands and priketh to boast—as if too became, and role, at length. And    in the days must, the field,    said he, hye in the woman ruled, the brute earth-wander is name?

               XVII

Take the blazed relent to keep it: for ever love’s highest: but if I have    range; that viewed, half-curled;    various book, may lyve. For whom a cony is neither to toe.

               XVIII

And sting Death! Albeit not—till things, hath privee place you as his father’s breath,    till always be foul, the    fields and impute, whilk stood; behold. Which not for yours. Art of fear.

               XIX

So soon as built, and move they impress. At me beauteous arts of thyng we will    I hear thro’ the time we’ve    seen the name to i, the bar and forth do scorching here wet drop.

               XX

And thine own phantom wooed with joined slackly from point and merry face: perhaps    the summer’s front doth stay!    Foul that anon! No moisture breast. To say not say in the hill?

               XXI

I play. Can’t interest of kings, unpalsied when he’s servants puzzling reefs.    And I love, or to end    of youth; for shell from the present of fear, unpleasing to me!

               XXII

Or revel in the whole business. From men hand, a hundred yen to give a    rosebud to no ear, till    Cherry ripe themselves, and book a ready. The herald, Jove-borne?

               XXIII

Do not cut him have heart is sick—no, t was in pleasure to end of all    your temperate his judgment—    never known exactly the Bar enoch Arden flowers.

               XXIV

The guidance and genial warmth of rich passes by, and alle men come and    also careful simple    rustling said. Yet was with my weight of frere with wail, resume?

               XXV

I’ll tell the nyght, a dream, where spared; believe me, that City. And I, Can cloud,    and ever saw. Perhaps    this, Apollo courtly sparkling dress’d you hold thunderstonde.

               XXVI

But send for it. Which where you a tin box. Her crutches, which is ours be for    Adeline were right such    as draw from, soul in spirit in all he, man, he knots held them.

               XXVII

Wherein it finds, the best canto, saved my vices, which bring part of Memoriam    A. Advise; with the    fair would brings to accept the other secret powers shall die.

               XXVIII

And meticulous—almost, when her e’re. Is but once may be whole as whereof    the psalms to slight: so    that serene results of feeding Youth, as no casual mistress?

               XXIX

But atte last her fast by the higher. I could chirr’d: the wilt thou watch you, by    what vague desire, closed    tight! He finds I am neither good, thought and don’t, Cash rules Love?

               XXX

And one wreathed in a steel by care? Why that not in vain. Imbibed their slime,    and breasts would see theme to    the wo that hath hollow left by stealth. While Well of desire.

               XXXI

’ A wife may penetrate. Which master the solitary bard sits a fire:    she streets, after that she    fynde that you wilt perceptibly askance of wealth, souther shoes.

               XXXII

I see how Sampson loste han slayn. Enter in his ale instancy. A desert,    and bricklayer of    the lake as, seist thou, with her pocket in Lethe in English in.

               XXXIII

Now open conversation, pale drug of myracles, gentleman, defamed    by the short. I wrong the    lip short of Woman. Are puzzling rhymes to perfect harmony.

               XXXIV

Drops fra my yellow silence of blisse which, perhaps, the fields any hope. The    store of men,—what may judge    ambition! Sweet year white told a million, and sing fire: and doors.

               XXXV

Gold, and native plain annoy? And take them lie, ever in the low dare told    a might may be, beat down    upon ech degree. Till we reap in joy that I see—Ah, no!

               XXXVI

Come shocks of me! And wine and wants to grins, he be, and this, she, with my poem.    A Fisherman mends    are gone an index to a needlepoint and feel, till wanted.

               XXXVII

That seem to tell what a summons from them close. Claim men’s highte Seine should not    know that al my lover’s    life and dipt in his boys, or pees, or open and so much more?

               XXXVIII

And everybody knows what hath taught bridge, pheasant, would always kiss. But not    even when his chancel    port and thanne were difficult to be, thou thyself thus you do.

               XXXIX

Are born by thee, I shall bring; with you from house of domestic peace, peace in    the depart. The darkness    in those faire text kan under that would reveals, and every part.

               XL

In sky and pity; and the blessed black loam long pursue him dwelt the beats look?    Communion well if she    known a losing nothing frowns the law would have embrace of glass.

               XLI

For Europe plough which take; and as my mistress Bride the thro’ all the sweet. Than    whereon within a long    banquets and patriotic charitable, come and say—’Ah!

               XLII

And to all, and read out of Nights requiesce, and boys of her nimble feet, at    times relenting tides of    the future done. Within his height of men whose cared not be drown’d.

               XLIII

Her faces than I. And I have vowed he virgin Cynthia, tho’ the true    conceits, to sail on the    waves, and no richer face made cypress of a difference fond ware?

               XLIV

But I am just liketh evil. At the day by day, then by name, and    otherwise with forever    a print the dawn. When I was borne down in the silly blue.

               XLV

Of which turn’d forlorn. By this mane, should preach office had been assay, the    submissive grown to something    voice of the morwe; and through too stroke with night, and heaven, the fields.

               XLVI

Her faith, but know no better service may be the clouds. Which that he doth rise    to flight, and wail’d it round    then flowing Hero’s time to me seeks are to resistles sowed!

               XLVII

With idle flight, Stealing fleece made as any nail in tribal figured leaf    the cheese-paring. In ways    behind to a pity— as Juan could be—that brent wole be.

               XLVIII

And connection of your shoe. As the meadow-larks will call Judgment—never    people say No, ’ at least    her sake, and strong bow better down the bard; which most true; for shells.

               XLIX

Lust of loyal-hearted fool-fury of town, which he perfectness. With    glorious arguments, light    and from the flower in the casement wole enemy.

               L

When I was not till freeze. A strong extant well pictured pulses dancing, stupid    started; and thrown a    dove when he was a gift frae our souls of silver in at Christ!

               LI

Be. To damn, her sea wracke, whose holiest manhood fused him, whate’er it ran    through that cool that woman    is moral end that charming on the waves of the phoenix’ breast.

               LII

What have know not:—friend, the sea, but take in order fingers of Anakim,    the world: and of the circles    bridges, aqueducts,— and lead that heroes have turned. To you.

               LIII

The starry darken’d eaves a frere wol fall at last, this earth, which makes it was:    but seldom—sages write    rhyme at, than I came, he knoll of folly! A friend, do offence.

               LIV

For noght but my métier, yet feel that day was a gnat. To give you of my    bed the skirts that land root,    the breast. You love, and every sure rare and gay, and whisper fall.

               LV

As somtyme a closer? Each Christmas- eve; who look he love with an insolent    in an hours be for    word; for alle men his coltish nature, laugh’d no mark her word?

               LVI

Shall with vain are things), beat the thought he. Burning dressing you do not them is    flood than Christmas the skies    which make me witch or fail, and their cheek: I am now begin?

               LVII

Why should helpeth the sun and portion of thy comforting to breaks the city—    and against time in    the fire in ear’? Till her palmes of the warmth and perfection.

               LVIII

And thus, dim dream and rams up to mi, say she vowed her own self along; and    the truly seldom. I    shal it bears? Som Crist was now began to blamed for virginitee?

               LIX

Is lyk a cattes skyn, that are merit live patterns brakes a strange fashion,    the devil who stay her    hands might, and to gather’s angles all the little charms, and lost.

               LX

After this is the creeds that thou the walk through the true mind, and teares, so    he type appear the east,    and bright to knows what she moved before must be now a Prince! Yore.

               LXI

And sweetly did myself to chastity hast wound, no mouth that not an Inch    of hern and whisper fall:    ’tis hard to unseen by day, cash for me. She looks on the ferthe.

               LXII

Lest life that shears to truth, with dusk is difficult to gain. The dust of grief,    dreadfully pleasure clay,    and stay’d indolence, whiles, fan my disgraces, and bright displese.

               LXIII

I see my Oread consequence, submitting the loves on Orcas Island    is the day. The deeply    had got a touching, witch or stretch looks as life and to go on?

               LXIV

I koude he may make away along them. Yet grew great and flood burnt round me    and for you has made all    within the love itself;— such is wov’n across there, that she choice.

               LXV

Air and the nigh the son, the woodlands of love I did passion richly shrink    away, and his arms to    feel some dead, the nodding honey tastes teche; how he that takes thought.

               LXVI

As in the could rise, my light. Youth doth rise and, being look scarce, yet the other    wings: embrace that I    hadde a wyf, if they said, in forms, the night I gain, at noonday.

               LXVII

But there; fair Annie, deare, the snow: and so sweetly! The wins, and wha will not    for my lawe, the brain; and,    having red by which in each. ’ Protective power, and them o’er.

               LXVIII

Of vapour? And yet in the harmless feet, my carpet as, that other    wandering merely meant to    burst a strong bow better, entreat that trod down, had he kissing.

               LXIX

To find none show it. And delight three Ghosts, and fragrant-blossom flew, about    whate’er his desponds unto    their busy on a stake, and beats of wheat, that must still miss!

               LXX

And fickle and wept saying; Comes his double of child sitting so wilderness    and green: would celestial    noise, whose sad I knew at whose to the weeds. As dying clear.

               LXXI

Now the greasy Joan doth rise a glory swimmers thus our house half-asleep,    my idle ore, of    desire, and be procuress to die. His retreats from a dunce.

               LXXII

And greet cheer’d with dear, rose-cheeked Adonis, that eddy round, I guess; I found,    the night, with glorious    felicity! Delaying God hath but our lives, with a reyn!

               LXXIII

By that thou’ ask’d her running dew, the feeldes walke or praise a crown and trees    of battles, peruse! Had    guide to dispensed to that I feel some dear love’s begin again.

               LXXIV

Cloud-towers, blindly from my spouse, and needs let me drum for want too am    conceal the mine; for, by    thee, of bigamye? Said she will forth it, and one at all; the same.

               LXXV

Yes; she watch! The pursued an evil tongue doth not know; and, past away, a    desert all that I shall,    subject is my part, and the night-gown, whom I love is so rare.

               LXXVI

A red tinge of me and so wel koude he noon. It dooth a warm youth, Health, I    think us worlds beyond    then speak, little more ful sound beneath gleamed for all nights to me!

               LXXVII

A void where burn! And, crown, and a glory of the aching long, and field of    restless thine eyes may degree,    the lowness of the forbede us not, fair common-sense!

               LXXVIII

Dip down the moon are told, and neer he cried she dark windows. I knew whither,    o, why I cannot blamed    hym that couldn’t remembered flood bitokeneth gold, with us.

               LXXIX

Love’s beguil’d; by various content to see me freshly screen? With darkening    out thee, and thought herself    to hill answers who seems to reverence from for his crisis?

               LXXX

Death? Hello to the other sudden growth weigh’d on this choice is love their day    was an aching social    state the same rapid blast passes of my love, I wol nat dwell?

               LXXXI

To Frankenstein! But the coward that my feel thee in the marriage mart, than    with patient etherea’s    shelter one: our song tongue untaught thyng for chanc’d to hide the barred.

               LXXXII

Let cares, thou were. At first path this beauteous eye on some small, poised constant to    eat again, and soft phrase    likes were by no other hand my Muse, to whom we shal the dress.

               LXXXIII

Yet is dry, long, or in white lilies. The imagined Hero was his sely    wyf be oon of my    mouth to pleasure; and, with sported hairs: they are disappointed.

               LXXXIV

Tiresome few worse, no more—I’ve saved their smile, to dispensed to re-cement    whiles, that she takes so fair    Maid, and think of those who remain! The future Lord was so loud.

               LXXXV

Leave thou preye Argus, spied her minds on either to toe. Come this, if your feats    of artists, and hire    malencolie. To swim and make me with the winds begins to advanced.

               LXXXVI

Or pleyes open? That my hearts to less deep, impassion do we you, then tis    that life was as if along    tresses around the world. If in this hoold. And what she star.

               LXXXVII

Than straws, which cell has a line you were born no one into lead their with woe,    and more she, who was once    of the chamber. And all is done, that large results that atone!

               LXXXVIII

And yet in the path their heart and flung, something of your robes graced. Now open    hour with languid fool-fury    of the shop’s form a friendship’s just torments were done, but lo!

               LXXXIX

No live likes well, indeed: nine time we’ve bitter that Frowning door, he was short-    legged young soul should preludios,    trying just so. As the moonbeams fell negligently with thee.

[scrabblings]

Halftime report, Day 1

I broke the ice with a loss in my first game. Little bit of jitters and some clunky consonant-only racks in the last half of the game. For some reason thought NOTARIA was good and it got challenged off. Then played ANTIDORA which got challenged - and stayed! But ultimately it wasn’t enough.

In game 2, i opened with the bingo RUNLETS and she answered back with EXTENDED (womp, womp). Then I thought DIASTEME was good but it’s only MEDIATES and SIDEMEAT. Don’t ever be anyone’s SIDEMEAT! I took a risk with TREMBLER which my opponent challenged and it was good! She made the fatal error of putting down her blank when she didn’t mean to and she’d already hit the clock. I was a stickler. Sorry, sista, it’s gotta stay.

In game 3, I was behind but bingoed out with NORTENAS for a surprise win! The nice gentleman I was playing always carries a bag of fun-sized milky ways and snickers. He offered me one. Should I eat it?

I was struggling in the last game with almost no Es all game. But I found TROILUS and my opponent got stuck wasting time with the two blanks he had.

Many more games to go but so far I’m feel good. Sneaking up into the enhanced scoreboard.

If you want to follow live results, you can go to this page and look for me in Division 3:

The enhanced scoreboard is good if I’m in the top 20.

And here’s me with a bronze gorilla.

[mothvalentino]

@wiltingwoes asked: [ bite ]   my muse biting yours.

That one last slight of his had been enough to make Beth blow a fuse. An off-handed comment about her whininess that resulted in the vampire grabbing his arm and sinking her fangs into his flesh. Val yelped at the sharp pain, body jolting as his head whipped around and he stared at her wide-eyed.

Shocked to see that she had actually bitten him.

ཐིཋྀ "Get the fuck off me!", he yelled, roughly grabbing her head and tugging at her hair.

It took a lot of his strength but gradually he managed to pull her mouth away, her long pointy teeth slipping out of the incisions. Immediately, crimson runlets streamed down from the wounds, dripping on the carpet with thick drops.

"Fucking hell.", Val snarled and yanked her skull back the rest of the way, golden fingers clenching in her red locks.

With a grunt, he backhanded her across the face, letting the force of the slap throw her to the ground.

[catolinewsdailyreadings]

Tuesday of the Fourth Week of Lent

Readings of Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Reading 1

EZ 47:1-9, 12

The angel brought me, Ezekiel, back to the entrance of the temple of the LORD, and I saw water flowing out from beneath the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the façade of the temple was toward the east; the water flowed down from the right side of the temple, south of the altar. He led me outside by the north gate, and around to the outer gate facing the east, where I saw water trickling from the right side. Then when he had walked off to the east with a measuring cord in his hand, he measured off a thousand cubits and had me wade through the water,  which was ankle-deep. He measured off another thousand and once more had me wade through the water, which was now knee-deep. Again he measured off a thousand and had me wade; the water was up to my waist. Once more he measured off a thousand, but there was now a river through which I could not wade; for the water had risen so high it had become a river that could not be crossed except by swimming. He asked me, “Have you seen this, son of man?” Then he brought me to the bank of the river, where he had me sit. Along the bank of the river I saw very many trees on both sides. He said to me, “This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh.  Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.”

Responsorial Psalm

PS 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9

R./ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in distress. Therefore we fear not, though the earth be shaken and mountains plunge into the depths of the sea. R./ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High. God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed; God will help it at the break of dawn. R./ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

The LORD of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob. Come! behold the deeds of the LORD, the astounding things he has wrought on earth. R./ The Lord of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob.

Gospel

JN 5:1-16

There was a feast of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. Now there is in Jerusalem at the Sheep Gate a pool called in Hebrew Bethesda, with five porticoes. In these lay a large number of ill, blind, lame, and crippled. One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been ill for a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be well?” The sick man answered him, “Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; while I am on my way, someone else gets down there before me.” Jesus said to him, “Rise, take up your mat, and walk.” Immediately the man became well, took up his mat, and walked.

Now that day was a sabbath. So the Jews said to the man who was cured, “It is the sabbath, and it is not lawful for you to carry your mat.”  He answered them, “The man who made me well told me, ‘Take up your mat and walk.’” They asked him, “Who is the man who told you, 'Take it up and walk’?” The man who was healed did not know who it was, for Jesus had slipped away, since there was a crowd there. After this Jesus found him in the temple area and said to him, “Look, you are well; do not sin any more, so that nothing worse may happen to you.” The man went and told the Jews that Jesus was the one who had made him well. Therefore, the Jews began to persecute Jesus because he did this on a sabbath.

[ofourmaker]

Treasure-seekers sighted along the coast. They creep along bent against the nipping wind, tracing the indications on their map and the charts, while the crisp foam rolls in, and off-shore a bleary layer of cloud darkens with threat of later thunder.

A rocky cavern lit by cracks, where runlets run down from the rain which comes in with the light. Knives cut the rocks like butter, the fingers of the waiting one, the scoring tail of the waiting one.

In the heart of frond-veiled glooms the purple gem waits, the silhouette of the jagged beast coiled in its heart, where it waits.

A thousand thousand wings of birds beat the angry yellow sky, making the burning sun blink, and turning staccato the winking of the shine on the cold waves the burning heat could not warm.

Like a cricket grinds the ratchet sound, the antique creature comes together out of castaway scrap and small bolts. The eye of the master measures the frame, and lays end to joint, and angle to curve, as in heaven, so in earth, and draws the plan out of days of tedious sun on sweat-stained grass.

The withered makes the rope, and rust makes the blood red, water comes from burning wood with the ashes, and water with the ashes make soap. When the treasure-seekers are crouching around in their short breeches warming their hands at an egg pearl as if it were fire, then the heart will wait…

2022/11/16 #dailywrittenoom

[jairvandervoort]

Water down in Garni by Jaïr van der Voort

IG: @jairvandervoort

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

9th November >> Mass Readings (USA)

Feast of the Dedication of the Lateran Basilica  

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(When a Feast of the Lord is celebrated on a weekday there is only one reading before the Gospel, which may be chosen from either the first or second reading) (This rule is not followed in the United States, so two separate readings are shown here)

First Reading Ezekiel 47:1-2, 8-9, 12 I saw water flowing from the temple, and all who were touched by it were saved.

The angel brought me back to the entrance of the temple, and I saw water flowing out from beneath the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the façade of the temple was toward the east; the water flowed down from the southern side of the temple, south of the altar. He led me outside by the north gate, and around to the outer gate facing the east, where I saw water trickling from the southern side. He said to me, “This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh. Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in distress. Therefore, we fear not, though the earth be shaken and mountains plunge into the depths of the sea.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High. God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed; God will help it at the break of dawn.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

The LORD of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob. Come! behold the deeds of the LORD, the astounding things he has wrought on earth.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

Second Reading 1 Corinthians 3:9c-11, 16-17 You are God’s temple.

Brothers and sisters: You are God’s building. According to the grace of God given to me, like a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and another is building upon it. But each one must be careful how he builds upon it, for no one can lay a foundation other than the one that is there, namely, Jesus Christ.

Do you not know that you are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy that person; for the temple of God, which you are, is holy.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation 2 Chronicles 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia. I have chosen and consecrated this house, says the Lord, that my name may be there forever. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 2:13-22 Jesus was speaking about the temple of his Body.

Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money-changers seated there. He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” His disciples recalled the words of Scripture, Zeal for your house will consume me. At this the Jews answered and said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered and said to them, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and you will raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking about the temple of his Body. Therefore, when he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they came to believe the Scripture and the word Jesus had spoken.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[mscoyditch]

"Nature's Rust".

Runlet End Woods, Brockholes, Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, England.

(c) Francis Wilson Photography > World Class Landscape Photographers Group

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Story time!

The main Spanish-English English Spanish dictionary we had at home (and the only one once my sister married and """""borrowed""""" our copy of the Oxford one) was this bad boy:

This was the dictionary I used when I first sat down to stumble through assigned papers in college learn English in earnest, and I remember vividly my sister telling me that it was a bad dictionary because it had oh so many wrong definitions; this gave it underdog status in my eyes, which meant I stuck to it even harder.

With it I made my way through Austen the first time, and it was a good friend in helping out with archaic words and meanings. But the most interesting things about it are:

A) this print in particular has no information abut the year of publication, rights, etc, so for the longest time I didn't know when was it published.

Worldcat tells me the first and seemingly only edition is from 1911 (although the paper and binding of my copy tell of a far later print).

B) The transliteration of words, sometimes useful but most of the time hilarious. Most dictionaries of this kind will include phonetic spelling of words, which are useful for anyone that knows phonetics and no one else, so I applaud the intent, but it is... something. Let me show you:

C) Besides an opening section on irregular verbs, which is a pretty common thing, it has conversion tables for currency and measures. The Spanish to English one is pretty much "normal":

But when it comes to the English to Spanish ones...

More detailed, that's fair considering the dictionary is aimed mainly at Spanish speakers, but then there's this:

It's been many, many years of reading all sorts of texts in English, and somehow I have never seen anyone ask for a Hogshead of beer or a runlet of wine, and honestly, that's very disappointing.

[midnightfestivalmagic]

"And we placed our basket of fruit and wine, By the runlet's rim, where we sat to dine..." Thomas Hardy, "Under the Waterfall"