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bonnie burstow / the mothma family, andor

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#they’re in love your honor

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Andor S01E09 Nobody’s Listening!

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varada sethu as cinta kaz in ANDOR 1.04-1.06

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ANDOR

Season 1 (2022- )

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“There’s a growing list of things we’ve known and forgotten, things they’ve pushed us to forget. Things like freedom.” | Andor, S01E05 - The Axe Forgets 

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Andor + Onion headlines, because it was either make memes or scream into the void some more.

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Andor - S01E07 Announcement

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B2EMO, you have my heart | Andor, S01E01

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Referencing asoiaf.westeros.org and posts by @joannalannister and @goodqueenaly, I made a Frey family tree! Circled numbers are the line of succession as of the beginning of TWOW. Smart money’s on number 54, Big Walder, to take it all and rule House Frey when the dust settles.

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The Poet With His Face in His Hands

by Mary Oliver

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes.  But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need any more of that sound.

So if you’re going to do it and can’t stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t hold it in, at least go by yourself across

the forty fields and the forty dark inclines of rocks and water to the place where the falls are flinging out their white sheets

like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that jubilation and water fun and you can stand there, under it, and roar all you

want and nothing will be disturbed; you can drip with despair all afternoon and still, on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched

by the passing foil of the water, the thrush, puffing out its spotted breast, will sing of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.

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Magnet Poetry Dialogue: 12th Avenue Arts Fridge

(mystery solved)

perilously, in harmony and glorious mess

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movie montage

I have worn grooves into this wet city

all the coffee shops have ghosts

rain on glass reminds me of

                            which reminds me of

                                                 but reminds me of

                                                                  and then again also

once I thought I saw myself on tomorrow's bus, going the other way

just circling

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like the moon pulls on the tide

sea of love across the sea take to the sea from sea to shining sea fire and water, sand and dirt salt on your lips salt on mine the river's eyes when it sees the ocean a bounty as boundless as the sea huge, deep, unplumbed, strange ferocious, gentle, merciless, beautiful

yonder blessed moon isn't the moonlight terrible         wonderful implacable distant lovely, shining, a promise tantalizing, constant one small step o swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon the moon's like yeah I'm still here just slightly out of reach

in a tug-of-war between the sea and the moon, who wins? the moon, every time

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dream: “so many moons! the world must be shrinking!” woke up to snow, like a gift

I keep trying to be reborn clean and smooth but I get stuck halfway out of the shell dragged back

there are no signs the snow isn’t a sign (are you listening over there?!)

no slow pan over the epic dance party the breathtaking landscape that tells you it’s all going to be okay

When was I last happy alone?

I want more than anything to feel contented in the small moments the quiet the small breaths between gifts

I’m bored of being sad let’s go do something else instead

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and I dream

castles of dominoes but I can’t see the dots

splattered paintings with hands covering the titles

reams and reams of purple ties with blurry, swimming labels

windshield wipers that beat so loud it’s like sitting in someone’s heart,

      destroying impressionist windows over and over and over

a moth drowned in a glass of bourbon

I beat on the windows of a glass hotel

hair tumbles over the bus seat in front of me

our mouths meet at clumsy corners after all that perfect imagining