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Happy Trans Day of Visibility!
I know this AU is on Hiatus, but I love these bastards so much
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Choose Your Character
Happy Trans Day of Visibility!
I know this AU is on Hiatus, but I love these bastards so much
Here, a very late Stella for MerMay as we transition into JuneGay
me: this is a stupid shitpost drawing, i'm only gonna half-ass this. i'm not gonna put too much effort into this, this isn't anything big, i'm not gonna spend several hours on this-
me 6+ hours later, double-assing it:
enjoy @constellarcreator.
Bright Star Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors– No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever–or else swoon to death. Stella Luminosa Stella luminosa, fossi ferro come tu lo sei ma non in solitario splendore sospeso alto nella notte, a vegliare, con le palpebre rimosse in eterno, come paziente di natura, insonne eremita, le mobili acque al loro dovere sacerdotale di puro lavacro intorno a rive umane, oppure guardare la nuova maschera dolcemente caduta della neve sopra i monti e le pianure. No - pure sempre fermo, sempre senza mutamento, vorrei riposare sul guanciale del puro seno del mio amore, sentirne per sempre la discesa dolce dell’onda e il sollevarsi, sempre desto in una dolce inquietudine a udire sempre, sempre il suo respiro attenuato, e così vivere in eterno - o se no venir meno nella morte.
John Keats (Londra, 31 ottobre 1795 – Roma, 23 febbraio 1821), poeta inglese, uno dei principali esponenti del romanticismo
Quando sono stato sulla sua tomba, ho provato una grande emozione.