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Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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msrooneymara:

barackfuckingobama / zeldea:

why cant americans just use celsius it’s so much easier to spell than feiehreirheineiheit

do you mean degrees of FREEDOM

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"we have entered
the realm of the absurd. you are taking the dog.
we’ll call this a breakup poem. we’ll call this the
quiet disintegration of a longer ride.
what we once called home.
the house gets emptier and emptier.
in the end you’re not here."

Arianne Zwartjes, excerpt from we don’t speak or speak only of butter & eggs (via grammatolatry)

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baronvonaaron:

accidentalformalist:

Francis Alÿs

The Nightwatch

Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.

WHAT.

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hi tumblr. look at how long my hair is getting. I have been growing out a pixie cut since last july!

hi tumblr. look at how long my hair is getting. I have been growing out a pixie cut since last july!

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"

When you have left me
the sky drains of color

like the skin
of a tightening fist.

The sun commences
its gold prowl

batting at tinsel streamers
on the electric fan.

Crouching I hide
in the coolness I stole

from the brass rods
of your bed.

"

Monica Youn, Ignatz Oasis, via (rabbit-light)

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