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Scotney Castle in Kent, England
Summer rain
“A hail of nervousness pours down upon me continuously. What I want one minute I don’t want the next.”
— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)
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In the blue dawns of summer
We revoked silence and its claws
On the day they swore not to betray their men
In the blue dawns of summer
Black writing on wet walls
Let us float in a stupor of blood
(Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung)
So we are left to wander
Through hollow ropes of sand
We who came here for gold
We who brought the sword
Wine milk and secret wars
Into the orchards we slide
A call to worship a blind king, reborn
We brought the sword - nothing more
(Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung
Es war und es ist)
Through streets and fields
Crowded with lovers, again
In tombs, in forests, again
"The Orchards" by Rome

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not to sound like jane austen or anything but if ur fic is labelled slow burn those two fucks better not even touch pinkies until like chapter 57 by the time they are even in a room alone together i want to be half dead of blueballs and i want their heated gazes to revive me im js
why would you say “not to sound like jane austen” and then quote her directly
Seriously in P&p chapter 57 is when Elizabeth goes “okay, well I might not hate him”
Fernand Toussaint , "The Sill".