William Etty's Male Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched (1828) revamped by Astra Zero

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William Etty's Male Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched (1828) revamped by Astra Zero
Hey y'all know that thing where you try something new with what you're doing, accidentally manage to make something awesome, and know that you're never going to be able to replicate that again?
CINDERELLA (1950) BRIDGERTON, SEASON 4 (2026)
Wildness Before Something Sublime, Leila Chatti
“This winter I am going to quieten my own heart.”
— Inger Christensen, tr. by Susanna Nied, from “Winter,” wr. c. 2009
I think I finally crashed out.
i thought if i said the right words in a certain order it would break a spell, but all it did was burn a bridge
— Amy Saul-Zerby, from “if you want to make it stop, then stop,” published in The Rumpus
What spells are left to us, I will root them out. What I know about forests is they always grow back.
— Ann V. Devilbiss, from “Spell to Raise the Dead,” published in BOAAT
“… but the rain / Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh…”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “[What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why],” Edna St.Vincent Millay: Selected Poems
“My heart, calling from a phone booth / in the rain.”
— Sarah Morgan, from “Train,” Animal Ballistics
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stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.
“I have put my soul and trust in flowers. Occult flowers, flowers of premonition.”
— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “The Cemetery,”
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