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Over in the vase the red tulips reach up still closed still listening still oval. Not silk not velvet not mouths not moths. Petals a cool wet-dry, petals inborn and inevitable. An opening latent and possible. An opening invisible, meant, and creeping inarticulately crouched. Thresholds and prefaces red as blood, red as Mars, red as foxes, red as dawn.

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show-off moon

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—Gregory Orr, “When We Are Lost”, Burning the Empty Nests

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Stop! I coulda dropped my croissant!

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“There is no good answer to how to be a woman; the art may instead lie in how we refuse the question.”

— Rebecca Solnit, The Mother of All Questions (via luxe-pauvre)

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Reblog and name a music album that you turn to in hard times and saved your life, in the tags

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moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.

—L.M.Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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Old things had passed away; everything had become new.

—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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Roaring Abel met Valancy at the door.

"So you've come," he said incredulously. "I never s' posed that ruck of Stirlings would let you."

Valancy showed all her pointed teeth in a grin.

"They couldn't stop me."

"I didn't think you'd so much spunk," said Roaring Abel admiringly. "And look at the nice ankles of her," he added, as he stepped aside to let her in.

If Cousin Stickles had heard this she would have been certain that Valancy's doom, earthly and unearthly, was sealed. But Abel's superannuated gallantry did not worry Valancy. Besides, this was the first compliment she had ever received in her life and she found herself liking it. She sometimes suspected she had nice ankles, but nobody had ever mentioned it before. In the Stirling clan ankles were among the unmentionables.

—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.

—L.M.Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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Then the greenhouse tended to me while I tended to it. Then the car got fixed it was the brakes again and their brakes and their brakes all at the same time because the brakes seem to be going because we seem to be going.

Before the walk while watching the crows before the bend in the road where the bayberry grows while thinking through the anger while kicking a pebble after letting go of the stone in my chest after feeling somewhat better while taking note the grasses are changing colour before noticing something about flight what exactly the wings move like or open like valves. Moving or opening. Angles and air it was cloudy but I could see.

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“And you can't realise how determined she was. She was like a rock. That's the strangest thing of all about her. She used to be so good and obedient, and now she's neither to hold nor bind.”

—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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Björk wearing Alexander McQueen (2002) ph. Nick Knight

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—L.M.Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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He was so absorbed that he did not feel the second surge of wind either as its cyclonic strength tore the doors and windows off their hinges, pulled off the roof of the east wing, and uprooted the foundations.

—Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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