Book 1 - Complete Book 2 - Discontinued. If anyone in Birmingham had asked Polly Gray when the ice around Thomas Shelby's heart had started to melt, she'd say it was the day Maude Felton came to town, looking for her brothers. She'd tell them he became a human being once again, the second his eyes landed on the dark-haired girl. He smiled, and he laughed, he was kind and sweet. By no means had he become a kind human being. He was still cold, he still swore out everyone around him, cut and shot men without batting an eye. No, Thomas Shelby had not simply become a kind human being. But he was kind...to her. He treated Maude Felton with such softness, kindness, and gentleness, that Polly Gray had never seen before. He looked at the blue-eyed girl like she hung the moon and stars. And she looked at him the same way, because she knew, all she had to do was ask, and Tommy would. There was no limit to what he'd do for her. She has single-handedly fixed his heart, and he'd forever be thankful for that. She loved and cherished Tommy despite the things he did, and for that, he'd keep her in his heart forever. He'd protect her like his life depended on it. Because his life did depend on Maude. Because without Maude Felton, there'd be no Thomas Shelby.

Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I. Tommy Shelby / oc. Peaky Blinders. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden

Bangsa Indonesia yang sejati dari dulu sampai sekarang masih tetap menjadi budak belian yang penurut, bulan-bulanan dari perampok-perampok bangsa asing. Bangsa Indonesia yang sejati belum mempunyai riwayat sendiri selain perbudakan. Hanya aksi massa yang bisa membebaskannya... Ditulis oleh Tan Malaka pada tahun 1926 di Singapura. Sumber: Diambil dari buku "Aksi Massa" terbitan Teplok Press, 2000. Diambil dari Marxist.org Diunggah kesini untuk tujuan pendidikan.

Ditulis di Rajawati dekat pabrik sepatu Kalibata, Cililitan, Jakarta. Di sini saya berdiam dari 15 Juli 1942 sampai pertengahan tahun 1943. Mempelajari keadaan kota dan kampung Indonesia yang lebih dari 20 tahun ditinggalkan. Pengantar Penulis pada halaman awal Madilog.

I think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)