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- Skyler, 2012
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For Steven Meisel and Vogue Italia, spring brings with it all of the magic and wonder of the Everdeen household on Reaping Day. I'm guessing that he has terrible seasonal allergies.
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Okay, yes. I see ugly bonnets, a couple bolts of calico Pa brought back from the county store last week, some livestock what needs plucking. BTW I spent $800 on this cardigan.
February 2008, via a mad tea party with alis
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I am skeptical. I am reminded of a certain other someone's treatment of springtime colors. Or colours as it were.
For this strange beam of ghastly miasma was to him of no unfamiliar hue. He had seen that colour before, and feared to think what it might mean. He had seen it in the nasty brittle globule in that aerolite two summers ago, had seen it in the crazy vegetation of the springtime, and had thought he had seen it for an instant that very morning against the small barred window of that terrible attic room where nameless things had happened. It had flashed there a second, and a clammy and hateful current of vapour had brushed past him - and then poor Nahum had been taken by something of that colour. He had said so at the last - said it was like the globule and the plants. After that had come the runaway in the yard and the splash in the well-and now that well was belching forth to the night a pale insidious beam of the same demoniac tint.
- h.p. lovecreft, the colour out of space, via dragonbytes
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Plenty more work to be done, ladies. These beans ain't poling themselves or whatever. So...who does your arm waxing?
February 2008, via a mad tea party with alis |
Maybe it's because I come from the land of no seasons, but I am a little excited about all of this.
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