warren-lorraine
come true
oh, you might shed some tears
but these modern fears, won't hold you down
and oh, it might take some years
but these modern fears, won't be around
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“I joke about this, but I’m kind of serious when I say that the characters in the Harry Potter books were my friends. I spent the first two years in England playing hand-clap games with plants—if you slap them hard enough, they clap back—and learning how to read. That was my existence. I didn’t hang out with other kids. I was clearly a very normal child.”
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The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021) dir. Michael Chaves
#horrorgifs#horroredit#horrorsource#filmgifs#movieedit#theconjuringedit#the conjuring#films#*#i tried to create a colorful gifset for once
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Into the Mist of Dream (by imagesofdream)
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“La sirena y el pescador,” Elisa Chavez.
Hey all! This poem is part of my chapbook Miss Translated, which I produced in a limited run as Town Hall Seattle’s Spring 2017 artist-in-residence. The main conceit behind this work is that to accurately portray my relationship with Spanish, I have to explore the pain and ambiguity of not speaking the language of my grandparents and ancestors. As a result, these poems are bilingual … sort of. Each one is translated into English incorrectly.
The poems I produced have secrets, horrific twists, emotional rants, and confessions hiding in the Spanish. It’s my hope that people can appreciate them regardless of their level of Spanish proficiency.
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a misty winter morning in lincolnshire, england
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We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.
Singing ‘Oh willow waly’ by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing 'Oh willow waly’ till my lover return to me.
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die.
The Innocents (1961) dir. Jack Clayton
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hide & seek by marina weishaupt ( 500px / instagram)
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The trail up to the summit was covered in wild blackberries that were just turning ripe. We stopped and ate for a while before continuing the climb.
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