the knowledge that i'll move out in ~1 year is what keeps me sane bc i know (spitefully) that the house will not function properly without me.

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the knowledge that i'll move out in ~1 year is what keeps me sane bc i know (spitefully) that the house will not function properly without me.
harry styles - from the dining table // taylor swift - the moment i knew
For someone who is short sighted and technically supposed to wear glasses all the time in order to prevent headaches, sleepiness, and boo-boos from running into stuff, I sure do spend a lot of time trying to find my glasses after randomly taking them off and leaving them lying around the house.
harry fckn styles follow my harry styles playlist on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/user/1280696880/playlist/32ngaUtbUo0tNpKQfKCUgb?si=bIay7xH6RZWmQa21N0KgKg
oc from @djdragons dining table!
graphics of @djdragons 's series of The Dining Table. ft. King Aleksandr and Lady Lucielle.
The Dining Table Analyzed: Subject Matter, Themes and Poetic Devices
The Dining Table Analyzed: Subject Matter, Themes and Poetic Devices
Let’s begin with a summary of the subject matter of the poem, The Dining Table, by the Sierra Leonean poet, Gbanabom Hallowell.
We shall thereafter consider the themes and poetic devices in The Dining Table.
Gbanabom Hallowell: The Dining Table
Subject Matter
The Dining Table is a short narrative poem that recollects the turbulent events of the Sierra Leonean civil war in the 1990s.
The setting
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The Dining Table: A Poem by Gbanabom Hallowell
The Dining Table: A Poem by Gbanabom Hallowell
Gbanabom Hallowell: The Dining Table
Dinner tonight comes with gun wounds. Our desert tongues lick the vegetable blood – the pepper strong enough to push scorpions up our heads. Guests look into the oceans of bowls as vegetables die on their tongues.
The table that gathers us is an island where guerrillas walk the land while crocodiles surf. Children from Alphabeta with empty palms dine with us;…
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