yea-verity
the witchery of living
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angela | she/herpuns, poetry, linguistics, literature,and whatever makes me laugh.lately posting a lot of wheel of time, raven cycle, and queen’s thief content.
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yea-verity · 3 hours ago
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Seven years ago we all went through the flames; and the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured. Jonathan Harker
art zine & prints | digital version
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Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin (2018), dir. Arwen Curry
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yea-verity · 6 hours ago
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“His bundle of names links all our little band of men together.”
Jonathan didn’t say his and Mina’s son’s full “bundle of names” but we all know his middle initials are MD, D.Ph., D.Litt., etc
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yea-verity · 1 day ago
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“We are here, and this is now.” Constable Visit, a strict believer in the Omnian religion, occasionally quoted that from their holy book. Vimes understood it to mean, in less exalted copper speak, that you have to do the job that is in front of you.
--Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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Of the Empire - Mary Oliver
We will be known as a culture that feared death
and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity
for the few and cared little for the penury of the
many. We will be known as a culture that taught
and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke
little if at all about the quality of life for
people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All
the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a
commodity. And they will say that this structure
was held together politically, which it was, and
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
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yea-verity · 2 days ago
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the colors of the sunrise
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yea-verity · 2 days ago
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The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise
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ok, so this year I made a submission for Folio Society illustrations contest..since the theme was Howl’s moving castle, it was a real challenge to draw illustrations somehow different from the movie! If you want you can vote for me here (but there are so many better artworks…decide for yourself :D )
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yea-verity · 2 days ago
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Sometimes
by Mary Oliver
I.
Something came up out of the dark. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t an animal or a flower, unless it was both.
Something came up out of the water, a head the size of a cat but muddy and without ears. I don’t know what God is. I don’t know what death is.
But I believe they have between them some fervent and necessary arrangement.
II.
Sometimes melancholy leaves me breathless…
III.
Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source! Both of them mad to create something!
The lighting brighter than any flower. The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.
IV.
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
V. Two or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a great many things but not everything. Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and thoroughly, solved everything.
VI.
God, rest in my heart and fortify me, take away my hunger for answers, let the hours play upon my body
like the hands of my beloved. Let the cathead appear again — the smallest of your mysteries, some wild cousin of my own blood probably — some cousin of my own wild blood probably, in the black dinner-bowl of the pond.
VII.
Death waits for me, I know it, around one corner or another. This doesn’t amuse me. Neither does it frighten me.
After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers. It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy. I walked slowly, and listened
to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.
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yea-verity · 2 days ago
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these turkish delights have turkish ends....
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yea-verity · 3 days ago
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“There are other forces at work in this world besides the will of evil.”
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yea-verity · 5 days ago
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once again thinking about maggie stiefvater saying that the gangsey not remembering noah was his sacrifice, not his death. he was always willing to die for gansey but he was never willing to be forgotten by him… fuck
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yea-verity · 5 days ago
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I for one think they should make a book accurate Dracula into two movies and the first is just a psychological thriller with Jonathan slowly realizing what Dracula is and that he’s trapped with this monster and it ends with Jonathan escaping and it’s unclear to the audience if he lives or dies. And then the second movie opens with hot girl summer
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got scolded for drinking coffee in front of god :-/
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