上智大学文学部英文科を卒業しました🌸Finally got the Bachelors degree of English literature👩🎓
This flower is unique. It is one of parasitic plants. Growing as a parasite, that's what they do for a living. Why they're unique because it has no roots, stems, or leaves in the way that plants do. They only have a beautiful red petals. But beneath their beauty, they had a terrible stench. Although I've never seen or smelt it before but that's the truth. ~ #MirnadeviRamlan#paragraphwritingweekseven #firstpost#englishliterature A #rafflesia
-Classic literature : what i got from previous tale (the wolf and the seven kids) and (the little mouse,the little bird, and the sausage). In this cruel life,we have to ignore any hater who come in our life, and stop thinking too much about any critic from other people! Start changing, and stay focus to your goal (the bird). Never loose your attention (seven kids) and keep consistent with your goal. Listen and do exactly your lecturer (mom or teacher) say to you. As long it really efficient to make ur dream come true. Do it with fast! Just let god do the rest (slap the hater), Or you gonna end up just like the bird and seven kids with bad ending in the end!. 😊
- (Felix Azra ,2A,2019) @zulidyana #classicliterature2019#englishliterature#sastrainggris#englishdepartment#Uinsa#fifthweek
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A fluttering glare, glassed out from shiver,
quite before broken transcends lnto dot,
we brushed aside debris ln icy stale rivers,
you and l - found
we've lost the touch, more times than not.
As your voice quietened bellow the ocean,
and l had nothing left worthy to say,
above the grave of yesteryears,
exhausted and depleted love,
ln moments purposeless -
we met once more, this way.
And l carried your parts - awkward and heavy
each drop of blood,
each mangled bone
l delivered you, torn up, dishevelled
before our time has taken shape,
l wrote your name, my dearest,
on the hazy quicksand,
we anchored ties again, all alone.
Yet l could see us holding -cradled ln one soulful form,
stronger faith and the hope to be,
each sacred part of you, belonging here,
once those misty veils have lifted place,
l could believe each breath -
that on golden laced young silver shores,
love was home, at last, with me. #Uolenglishliterature#englishliterature
Sherlock Holmes Flannel Scarf
A classic crime novel "The Hound of the Baskervilles" written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle featuring the detective Sherlock Holmes.
No matter what culture or country or language you have been brought up in, it's almost a given that nobody and/or nothing is perfect. And from the conditions of being human and the limitations imposed by such, I daresay we all accept this premise - there is outstanding, brilliant, fantastic, but perfect would be widely acknowledged as uncharted territory. Well, what else would you call Shakespeare's legacy but perfection? Be it form, style, plot, every line he wrote was relevant and beautiful to a tee. No rhyme was ever out of place, no character ever lacked a purpose, and you won't find a play or a sonnet you can ever contemplate considering weak.
If God could write, He would be lucky to be half as good.