Mmm these make me so excited for summer time.
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Lovely.
Oh my, this is such a wonderful explosion of colour. It just looks so warm and sweet-smelling.
“Her spirit was seized with by speechless stupor. Eros darted back out of the high-roofed palace with a mocking laugh, but his arrow burned deep in the girl’s heart like a flame. Full at Jason her glances shot, and the wearying pain scattered all prudent thoughts from her chest; she could think of nothing else, and her spirit was flooded with a sweet aching. As when a woman heaps up twigs around a burning brand - a poor woman who must live from working wool - so that she might have light in her dwelling at night as she sits very close to the fire, and a fierce flame spurts up from the small brand and consumes all the twigs, just so was the destructive love which crouched unobserved and burnt in Medea’s heart. At one moment her soft cheeks were drained of colour, at another they blushed red, the control of her mind now gone.”
- Apollonius Rhodius, Jason and the Golden Fleece
Painting: Study for Jason and Medea, by John William Waterhouse, 1907 (?)
I can never get enough of blossoms in the spring time.
I’m writing the last paper of my undergrad tonight. I’ve got chai tea, Frank Sinatra, and my dad’s office and desktop computer to myself to write it on. This will be my 71st paper since beginning my degree four years ago. It seems like such an odd number to finish on, but there it is.
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It’s like a modern day woodsy petit trianon.
Like painted kites, those days and nights, they went flying by.
WHERE WAS GONDOR WHEN THE TITANIC FELL?
