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Imagine opening a BBQ Joint in Erebor and you become very successful because all of the dwarves of Erebor absolutely love it

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Skin so warm

Your expression the softest and most innocent Second to the one your mother first saw as she held you in her arms for the first time . Your mouth agape as the air fills and escapes your lungs. What world are you in now? That makes your eyes flutter so, Are you flying ? Or running? Or sipping coffee by the ocean as you stare at your one true love, are you making love or are you fighting? Saving a life? Trying to end your own? crying , the sky filling up with your tears? I can't help but touch your cheek and brush back your hair, Your eyelids open and you take in this universe, and you look down at me and smile closing your eyes wrapping me closer to you as you fall back asleep .

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you show up unannounced for the third night this week and you smell like a hangover and you have an two apples and half a jar of peanut butter in a Dollar General bag on your forearm you're driving home in the middle of the night and you think you're going to crash your car bc you see black ice on the road but not much of the actual pavement but it's just rain bc it's 72 degrees out why the fuck would it be ice? And you don't crash your car you microwave green beans in the can bc it doesn't matter what happens as long as the beans are warm and you drain it over a fork into the drain and the bean juice cascades over the dishes your brother left in the sink you're in the self checkout at food city and it doesn't give you a receipt bc all you got was a box of reeses pieces and a virgin sangria, the machine knows the receipt will end up in the weird drawer in your car under the steering wheel even though there's no other receipts in it but this one isn't special either you accidentally wash your pillows in the detergent you hate bc you forgot to throw out the gallon and you can't bring yourself to wash them again so you sleep on the floor in the hallway bc the couch is in the living room but your hall has the only nightlight you have a lot of friends bc you're funny and sometimes you suggest doing dangerous things and even if they won't do it with you you put on one hell of a show bc they care about you but they know you know what you're doing but you don't

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It's the birthday of poet and priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (books by this author), born in Stratford, near London (1844). He was the eldest of nine children. The whole family drew pictures, wrote stories, and put on plays together. When Hopkins wasn't drawing or painting, he liked to climb trees, and especially loved the feeling of walking barefoot in the grass.

Hopkins attended a fancy boarding school, where he was a star student — he won prizes for his poetry, and he was a talented painter. He went on to Oxford to study classics, but he had a religious conversion. His parents were High Church Anglicans, but the young Hopkins decided to become Catholic, inspired by John Henry Newman, whose book Apologia Pro Vita Sua (1864) was a best-seller while Hopkins was at Oxford. Two years later, Hopkins decided to become a Jesuit priest and started his training. He burned all of his poems and announced that he was giving up poetry. He didn't write at all for seven years. In 1875, a German passenger ship called the SS Deutschland sank in a storm, and more than 75 passengers died, including five Franciscan nuns who were escaping harsh anti-Catholic laws. He wrote a long poem, The Wreck of the Deutschland, in commemoration. Hopkins saw poetry as a way to express his faith, and started writing again. In 1877, the year he was ordained as a priest, he wrote most of his best-known poems, including "Spring," "The Windhover," "As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame," and "God's Grandeur," which begins: "The world is charged with the grandeur of God. / It will flame out, like shining from shook foil."

Although Hopkins had graduated at the top of his class from Oxford, in July of 1877, he failed his final theology exam with the Jesuits. He was still ordained, but it seriously limited any chance of his ever advancing in the priesthood. Eventually, he was sent to University College in Dublin as a professor of Greek and Latin. The college was underfunded — he described it as "a ruin and for purposes of study very nearly naked." He hated it there, became profoundly depressed, doubting his own religious ideas, even contemplating suicide. During his years in Ireland, he wrote what are called his "terrible sonnets" because he was in such a dark place.

Hopkins died in 1889 of typhoid fever, at the age of 44. During his lifetime, he had published only a handful of minor poems, scattered through random publications. His friend Robert Bridges, who was now the poet laureate of England, edited and published the first book of Hopkins' poems in 1918.

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