#twentieth

[dottyfavethingsandstufflove]

My favourite magazine. Only one I buy.

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[stephensheffield]

Love On A Farmboy’s Wages, 14x11”, collage and mixed media, 8/24/2022. Today is our TWENTIETH anniversary! 20 short years, moving so fast on this wild wonderful ride! #twentieth #twentiethanniversary #20 #collage #collageart (at Mooselookmeguntic Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChpT81rO07o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rvexillology]

Proposed Mississippi Flag but with 20 Stars in Circle - Sacrificing a little design for the reality: Twenty Stars for the Twentieth State.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: The orientation of the stars within the texts looks weird. Otherwise I like it.

[every-sheska-sheska]

The Twentieth Sheska.

Volume #3, Chapter 10, Page 74, Panel 4.

[friendscallmeagenius]

The invitation

The invitation to the

Opening of the art exhibition

You are broke like never before

But you will out your

Best clothes and take your phone

And will live tge fullest

For those couple hours

Of art and beauty.

Because the tickets

Are free so you are going

Because the experience is better than everything else

And even if you can't afford

Making it your everyday life

You still try to catch

As much as you can

Because one day

You'll have stability

And opportunity

to live the life you want

And moments like this

Is what brings you

Closer to this moment

22 September 2019

[rjbailey]

Reposted from @dictionarycom - #WordOfTheDay turns 20 today! Is it any wonder vigesimal is our pick? #20th #HappyBirthday #Anniversary #Happy20th #Twentieth #Words #WhatsYourFavorite #Word #Dictionary #English #Dictionarycom - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/BxA1u0dFKBq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wo3nns6cgc2v

[vorinthians]

the waiting game

Let me tell you a story about a girl named Grace. She had a ballerina body and an angelic face, Eyes that spoke volumes and lips that, quite frankly, Had girls writing letters and boys going unruly. She wanted love, as do most-- And she hides it well (at least that's what she boasts). But after years of scrambling in the dark, She met a man-- let's call him... Clark. He was a boy of gentle flame, embers of a bonfire; A fluent tongue, an expert eye, the youngest of an empire. He gave his heart freely, as if love is everyone's right-- Gliding off his calloused fingers like pigeons taking flight. Grace, now adept at catching several things-- From her mother's accusations to the way her pulse sings-- Told Clark that he, with his ocean loving and his seaglass heart, Won't find her Luna solitude a beautiful work of art. "So, don't bother," said she, as her heart begins to race Behind her chest, within her ribs, and beating out of pace. "I'm not ready for commitment, and I'm not looking for a fling. Don't offer me lewd suggestions or, God forbid, a promise ring." But, he insisted, "I'll wait. I'll wait until the sun sets. I'll stay hoping to be loved by you until Sol gets his rest. Don't think of the sunset here, in case you misunderstand, Nor there, nor two countries over, but in all of the land. It has to be simultaneous, not a second off the mark, If you can take me to that moment, to where light turns to dark, I will slip away silently, like a shadow in the night, And leave only kindness, a whisper, without a tantrum or a fight." "That's impossible," said she. "That's against the laws of science." He flashed a debonair grin, replied, "Tell that to nature, I've formed with her an alliance." "And Father Time?" She questioned, a growing smile on her lips. "He was my mentor," he joked. "Gave me a few tips." Her face went a pale crimson, a light scarlet, a dark blush-- She listened to the winds of the night, and the moon bidding hush, She thought of her years, how they've come and how they've gone, How her days flew past her, but finding Clark only took one. And she mulled it over, what could she possibly lose? She had a chest full of loving--of longing-- might as well put it to use. Grace looked and found honesty dancing with moonlight in his eyes, She thought, to let go, free falling, that must be nice. "Okay, I concede, you win in this battle of the wills. You can try to woo me, to court, or throw rocks at my windowsill. But, don't forget, my body is my own-- and my heart, the same; Don't push it into wanting to spell out your name." On that night, when Grace and Clark went their different ways, You can see, if the light hits right, the gentle smile on each's face. And there begun the waiting game of two lovers, both unaware That love isn't a thing you can hope to happen--it's already there.

[winchester-cas]

Happy birthday Evan Peters!