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Elsie | Christian | Multifandom. | English Major | I try to write fanfic, I'm bad at staying on task | Star Wars and Marvel comics have an insane hold over me | Ladynoir my beloved | Writing Side Blog: @imaginary-things-nothing-else
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quantumshade

griffin mcelroy; the adventure zone: amnesty // doctor who; world enough and time // first aid kit; king of the world // johann bayer; uranometria, portrait of orion // laura gilpin; two headed calf // vincent van gogh; closeup of starry night // mitski; last words of a shooting star // star wars episode iv: a new hope // sarah williams; the old astronomer to his pupil

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liopleurodean

woody allen; bullets over broadway

#<3#love that addition#stars#poetry#poem
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quantumshade

griffin mcelroy; the adventure zone: amnesty // doctor who; world enough and time // first aid kit; king of the world // johann bayer; uranometria, portrait of orion // laura gilpin; two headed calf // vincent van gogh; closeup of starry night // mitski; last words of a shooting star // star wars episode iv: a new hope // sarah williams; the old astronomer to his pupil

#speechless#beautiful#poetry#??#poem#stars#<3#i love this
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apoemaday

Two-Headed Calf

by Laura Gilpin

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

#<3#:'(#i love this poem#two headed calf#the two headed calf#poem#poetry#laura gilpin
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headspace-hotel

“Hotel,” poem assembled from quotations from Wikipedia

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residentmiddlechild

@gormlesssentrydrone​ just tagging you because I think you’d really like this poetry that op writes. It’s incredible and makes me sit in awe every time. 

#wikipedia poem#wikipedia poems#poetry#poems#poem#hotel#the incredible feeling that i get out of these are incomparable#i don't know what it is#so beautiful#agh#so good#i can't praise these enough#there are more of them too
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missbliss12

When the stars threw down their spears, And water’d heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake’s The Tyger

Dedicated to anidala. To Anakin, a lover with teeth. To Padme, a lover with heart.

#whoa#this is so beautiful#poetry#poem#william blake#the tyger#anidala#star wars fanart#star wars#anakin skywalker#padme amidala
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I was twenty years younger than my husband, his first wife dead in childbirth. I agreed to marry him because he was a good fisherman, because he had his own house and he was willing to take in my mother and father when the time came. It was a practical decision and he wasn't expecting more than that. Two people should never say the word love before they've eaten a sack of flour together, he told me.        The night we married I hiked my night dress around my thighs and shut my eyes so tight I saw stars. Afterwards I went outside and I was sick, throwing up over the fence. He came out the door behind me and put his hand to the small of my back. It happens your first time, he said. It'll get better.         I got pregnant right away and then he left for the Labrador. I dug the garden, watched my belly swell like a seed in water. Baked bread, bottled bakeapples for the winter store, cut the meadow grass for hay. After a month alone I even started to miss him a little.         The baby came early, a few weeks after my husband arrived home in September. We had the minister up to the house for the baptism the next day, Angus Maclean we named him, and we buried him in the graveyard in the Burnt Woods a week later. I remember he started crying at the table the morning of the funeral and I held his face against my belly until he stopped, his head in my hands about the size of the child before it was born. I don't know why sharing a grief will make you love someone.        I was pregnant again by November. I baked a loaf of bread and brought it to the table, still steaming from the oven. Set it on his plate whole and stood there looking at him. That's the last of that bag of flour, I told him. And he smiled at me and didn't say anything for a minute. I'll pick up another today, he said finally.        And that's how we left it for a while.

Bread by Michael Crummey, Hard Light. London, Ont.: Brick Books, 1998.

#we read this for english class in my uni class#to be short#i'm crying my eyes out#this hit for some reason#bread#poem#michael crummey#it's beautiful#in such a strange way#i'm crying#poetry
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lottienatyellowjackets

djdhsjsjsjs and someone has a playlist on spotify called the two-headed calf’s mother and with the words “and when they took you away wrapped in the newspaper, every star went out” and it’s so emotional because without him it is dark and like all he wanted was peace and so many beautiful stars and it’s so real and raw and her child is her world and without him she is nothing and </3333

#this is so sad#poem#two-headed calf#nooo#music
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