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YOU ARE THE REASON

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Love Begins

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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born to meow forced to have sentient thoughts
Happy birthday Mary Shelley!
Mary was born on August 30th, 1797. She is best known for pioneering the sci-fi genre when she wrote Frankenstein at just 19.
Mary was married to Percy Shelley from 1816 until his death six years later - she also described herself as “apt to get tousy-mousy for women” - in particular, her friend Jane Williams. Mary was also provided support for other queer people in her life - in 1827, she obtained a false passport for her friend Doddy, who was assigned female at birth, to leave England and start a new life as a married man in France.
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[Image: Mary painted by Richard Rothwell c.1840]
Do you have any poems about a love you can't have? 💔
Morning by Frank O Hara
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova
Never Seek to Tell thy Love by William Blake
from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva
Pad, Pad by Stevie Smith
If You Should Go by Countee Cullen
I am not yours by Sara Teasdale
One Last Poem For Richard by Sandra Cisneros
Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Philosopher by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I think I should have loved you presently by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
Appeal by Anne Brontë
You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines by Alessia Di Cesare
“the winter sun says fight” by Peter Gizzi
"Are you more artistic or scientific" science is art and art is science bitch
"this! im both artistic and scientific" no shut the FUCK up you don't get it
There is no difference. None. Science and art are both fueled by passion and romance. They are cycles of understanding, intimacy, and expression that have no beginning or end, that sustain one another in a wheel. Without artistic passion there would be no science. Without scientific understanding there would be no art. They are the exact same wonder and amazement with the world around us expressed through different yet interdependent media.
This is the type of bullshit only artistic-leaning people say
i'm better than you
"I could make that abstract art, anyone could" then make it. Unironically. Go buy some paints. Do a mild googling. Do it, make the same art. See what it feels like. Find out what it inspires in you. Back in high school one kid was pretty disparaging of Jackson Pollock's art until we MADE Jackson Pollocks and it became his THING for the rest of the year. You could go into the art room on break to find him picking out colors and preparing space to make em. Try on the abstract art and let yourself forge a genuine connection to it, coward.
every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
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Kim Addonizio, from “New Year’s Day,” in Tell Me
“Think of this–that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.”
— A.S. Byatt, from Possession (Chatto & Windus, 1990)
In the name of Love, Katie Maria ( @heavensghost )
"I was consumed by a more general sense of dread, of imprisonment within the dreary round of school and home:"
-- The Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992)
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Before the beginning”
Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence
there’s something about living life deliberately…wearing clothes that you actually want to and that you feel reflect you and your style not just because you’ve had them for years and don’t know what else you would throw on….listening to songs and creating playlists that excite you and represent your actual mood not just listening to songs that you’ve had downloaded for years that don’t make you feel anything special anymore…it’s VERY easy to stay with what you’re comfortable and it might take a bit of experimenting before you find what feels like a deliberate choice that reflects more of YOU but it’s absolutely worth the leap of faith you may have to convince yourself to make in order to stop feeling like a passenger in your own life
― Andrei Tarkovsky, from Sculpting in Time
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.