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ooc. anyway Avicus squaring up against Akasha in 1985 to protect Zenobia 👌👌👌

#;;ooc #i have nothing to support that with but genuinely old ancients can't be burned by her so guess WHAT akasha

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circe/mud poems, margaret atwood

#;;in the grove

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#;;much as you see him now

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#;;much as you see him now

xshayarsha

“We come out of the woods like we’re being born.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, from Her Body and Other Parties.

#;;in the grove

antigonick

“—so that he began to laugh, so that his tall, lean body shook, and his long legs couldn’t hold him, and he had to lean up against the building, seized with laughter, abundant and unstoppable; and so he leaned in the wild sun, against the stones of the building, with the tears flying from his eyes—full of foolishness, howling, hanging on to the stones, crawling with laughter, clasping his own body as it began to fly apart in the nonsense, the sweetness, the intelligence, the bright happiness falling, like tiny gold flowers, like the sunlight itself—”

— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “West Wind, VIII”, in West Wind

#;;for the sound of it

kuwentista

toni mahfud + keffiyeh

#;;much as you see him now

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“The Enlightened Lady”

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#;;zenobia

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“How I loved those Possessive hands of yours…”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Complete Poems; “April 28, 1915,” (via lesgardenias)

#;;mael

luthienne

“I felt that old rage rising in me,”

— Madeline Miller, Circe

#;;for the sound of it #;;in the grove

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circe/mud poems, margaret atwood

#;;in the grove

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“Water has a melancholic and soft soul. It has lips. Water sings and kisses and has the fatal appeal of its sirens.”

— Juana de Ibarbourou, from Collected Poems; “Courtesan Water,” (edited)

#;;for the sound of it

vesselsofmercy

“I seem to be years and years and miles and miles away from everybody and everything — If I could walk for a month I might really forget everything —”

— Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via writemeanna)

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