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Paul Eluard, “Liberty”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)[Text ID: “On the walls of my fatigueI

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modern lit heroines: tess durbeyfield, tess of the d'urbervillesshe was no longer the milkmaid, but

Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary

modern lit heroines: juliet capulet, romeo and julietRomeo, Romeo, Romeo! I drink to thee!

napturallywild:It’s lit on snap. snapchat - napturallywild

D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

michael clifford x disney (requested by anonymous)where michael, a classic arrogant prince, is a lit

Chapter 28Song for this chapter:Jasey Rae (acoustic) - All Time Low “I’ve never lit a match wi

artkat:I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS, OKFirst Bird Mom ‘dies’ and then Square Mom ‘dies’. He’s just a lit

Paul Eluard, from Max Adereth’s introduction to Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen) [Text ID: “We

library-mermaid:The Great Gatsby || “You look so cool…you always look so cool.”- personal photos onl

Dante Alighieri, epigraph to ‘Blues for Dante Alighieri’ by Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New and

digitaldenial:Looking up at a tree lit up by the setting sun.(dauphin|mar|2k16)

Walt Whitman, “So Long!”, Leaves of Grass [Text ID: “This is no book,Who touches this, touches a man

okayodysseus:poetry aesthetics: “bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art” by john keatsbright

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans.

queer-positivity-and-advice:[Image description: A small, circular block of wood with a lit candle an

pieces-of-women: “I know it’s our first date in a dimly lit alley, but can we take it slow?”

Octavio Paz, ‘With Eyes Closed’, A Tale of Two Gardens

maruti-bitamin:Mushrooms [ID: a page of colourful mushroom people, with little catlike faces and lit

from I Am the Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan (trans. Eliza Griswold)[Tex

Etel Adnan, from ‘Five Senses for One Death’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern

Sylvia Plath, ‘Purdah’[Text ID: “My visibilities hide.I gleam like a mirror.”]

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