Anne Carson (2009)

I implore the great old oak, she who holds knowledge; she who holds power.

I implore the great old oak, forgive me; forgive us.

I implore the graceful cherry blossom tree, he who vigils life as death; he who makes the violence art.

I implore the graceful cherry blossom, stay with me; do not fleet from us as life does

I implore the soon barren earth, hold my hand; guide us to our fate

I implore the soon barren earth, she who mothers; she who guides

I implore the blinding sun and silent moon, they who shine; they who lead time

I implore the blinding sun and silent moon, do not stop the chime; judge us all for our greatest crime.

I implore she who holds power, he who makes art, she who mothers, they who shine.

Please forgive and be confined.

Please guide and flow time.

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Stage 2: using English idioms as much as you can to prove that you're good at English

Stage 3: using your native language's idioms in English because they fuck actually

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Oh, god. I understand now. This look Aziraphale has right after Crowley kissed him. I didn't understand why he'd look disgusted when we as the audience know that their feelings are mutual, and as Neil hinted, they both wanted to confess in this episode, but the Metatron changed that. "Do it again."

Richard Siken//Good Omens

Road stained green,

Wind carries rain’s eager drops,

Illuminated by a passing car’s main beam.

Road stained amber,

Rain hits my locks yet I hide under bus stops,

My heart grows ever damper

Road stained red,

Ceaseless rain hitting all with its cold drops,

I ask myself again, “Why did I get out of bed?”

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Full Hunter's Moon 2023 l Rami Ammoun

If Timothy Stoker were there to witness jmart, you better believe this man is Number One Hater of it (jokingly, of course). My man is borderline homophobic the way he is constantly tearing them to shreds. Idiot man and his idiot boyfriend. He's the best man at their wedding.

Oppressed minds concentrate,

Trying to see through the hate,

At all fronts we stand still,

We’re taught that words cannot kill.

They stab our back and strike our face,

But the bruises left had no physical trace.

Feelings forced down deep within,

This time we might just give in-