the stars are filled with dreams
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Christian Dior - Fall 1995 RTW
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Poem for the Baby Hare
I will die fighting and screaming
Bleeding without a cause
For I was born as a hare
The night welcomed us into the world
With baren teeth
Mother looked at me with resigned grief
For while our numbers were many
A hare is born ready for running
She fed us our share and dissappeared from sight
Because everyone hunts for the mother
I wish she had stayed a little longer
So I could have pretended
I was not born as a hare
Grass became our homes
Alone in body and mind
Eyes wide as we hide
Wondering if the night will keep her
For a hare is born to die
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Helene Beland - Un capteur de lumière, 2012
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everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
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I saw myself in the mirror
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beautiful elven maidens are always warning me that my journey will be lonesome and arduous like okay idiot im literally just going to the gas station to fill uo my tank and also grab some sweet tea likr the 7/11 brand and some twix and some hot fries and wash my windshield lol 🙄 (<- doesnt realize the manticore
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something in his voice
(excerpt from circe, by madeline miller)
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