graves grow no green that you can use.
gwendolyn brooks
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“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend
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evelyn de morgan exhibit at guildhall art gallery, london
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Anonymous asked:
why do you specially like Nathaniel 🙏
“nazareth? nazareth produces nothing,” he utters. the nothing from nazareth approaches him, says, “i know you. i saw you sitting underneath that fig tree.” nathanael needs nothing more. a fatal and final “oh, you’re the son” is his response. then he follows his everything from nazareth
“history will absolve me” as the e-mail signature
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“Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.”— D. H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent
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He smells only faintly of the afterlife, cold and mineral, like new snow.
Jess Kidd, from ‘Things in Jars’
John Galliano Fall/Wint 2009
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