#recantation

[derangedrhythms]

Tea leaves I’ve given up, And that crooked line On the queen’s palm Is no more my concern. On my black pilgrimage This moon-pocked crystal ball Will break before it help; Rather than croak out What’s to come, My darling ravens are flown.

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from 'Recantation'

[patheticwheeler]

Hope I was a wet tea bag in a past life

[fraenum]

[persona001999]

I’ve an idea of what I could have been in my previous life’s! (Note: I actually don’t really believe in recantation, but this is just a thought. Take it as a joke per say)

1. I was a man that used, or just didn’t like women that much. I was a really guys man and probably was a little bit of a narcissist... So to learn a lesson for my bad behaviour, the universe chose to make me a woman in some of my next life’s - This I based on the fact that I get guys more and feel more comfortable in their company + I know with the things I’ve gone through in this life (based on the recantation theory) I most been A bad person or something. And somehow I think that is a pretty good example.

2. I was a sheep 🐑. This is heavily based on the happiness/joy I feel EVERY-TIME I see sheep’s. don’t know why but I feel a sense of home when I see them😅😅

[englishlistwords]

Recantation

noun

a statement that one no longer holds a particular opinion or belief; a retraction. "every writer interprets Galileo's recantation in a different way" synonyms: renunciation, renouncement, disavowal, denial, repudiation, retraction, withdrawal; More

[msboden]

Another example of a recantation after more than 30 years of lies

Congratulations to Kash Delano Register for maintaining his innocence and for finally winning his chance to live life as an exonerated man. The truth is out there for Shawn too.

http://www.latimes.com/local/la-me-innocence-hearing-20131108,0,5797031.stor…

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[l0veknot]

hi you're so cute and if you weren't gary's i'd want you for myself ;) xx

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[threedaysofrain]

Recantation

‘Tea leaves I’ve given up, And that crooked line On the queen’s palm Is no more my concern. On my black pilgrimage This moon-pocked crystal ball Will break before it help; Rather than croak out What’s to come, My darling ravens are flown.

‘Forswear those freezing tricks of sight And all else I’ve taught Against the flower in the blood: Not wealth nor wisdom stands Above the simple vein, The straight mouth. Go to your greenhorn youth Before time ends And do good With your white hands.’

- Sylvia Plath