A/n: And It’s Ravenclaw’s Turn! I Will Be Honest Here This Is Not My Go To Ravenclaw Aesthetic I

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Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) dir. Quentin Tarantino

“Little soul, you and I will become the memory of a memory of a memory. A horse released of the traces forgets the weight of the wagon.”

— Jane Hirshfield, “Harness,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)

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“Maybe you have seen the shape of a tree shimmer and fly apart as a flock of birds. Maybe you have heard birds awaken a landscape into a dream. Maybe for you it became a way of knowing how the notes in their throats pulse an afternoon, measure distance, reveal a hidden grid of a thousand kingdoms calling, responding. If you have seen a sudden meteor streak the night too brief for wishes then you know the way the sky can surprise.”

— Amy Sage Webb Baza, from “Epistemology,” 18 December 2020

And so at last I climbed the honey tree, ate chunks of pure light, ate the bodies of bees that could not get out of my way, ate the dark hair of the leaves, the rippling bark, the heartwood. Such frenzy! But joy does that, I’m told, in the beginning. Later, maybe, I’ll come here only sometimes and with a middling hunger. But now I climb like snake, I clamber like a bear to the nuzzling place, to the light salvaged by the thighs of bees and racked up in the body of the tree. Oh, anyone can see how I love myself at last! how I love the world! climbing by day or night in the wind, in the leaves, kneeling at the secret rip, the cords of my body stretching and singing in the heaven of appetite.

The Honey Tree by Mary Oliver