#chaotic poets

[gremlinoverlord]

Conversations I imagine the poets having

(mainly charlie being a menace)

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Charlie: We need a diversion. I say Knox gets naked.

Neil: No.

Charlie: I could get naked.

The poets: NO!!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cameron: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Charlie:

Charlie: I'm gonna tell him.

Neil: Don't you dare.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Charlie: sapnu puaS.

Pitts: What??

Meeks: What language is that.

Charlie: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Charlie was removed from the groupchat*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

*at 3am*

Charlie: *runs into todd’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!

Todd: *wakes up* Dude!

Charlie: *cackles*

Neil: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind todd* What the fuck, charlie?

Charlie: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pitts, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Charlie: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Charlie: Here you go.

Pitts:

Charlie:

Cameron: Why am I here?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Knox: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Todd: I really care about your feelings!

Neil: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Knox, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Meeks: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Pitts: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cameron, about Pitts and meeks: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Meeks: Excuse me, Cameron?

Neil: What he's saying is you both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Pitts: ...

Knox: I ship it!

Charlie: HOW CAN YOU NOT?

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

[deadpoet-skull]

from The New York Times

[wedarkacademia]

Andrea Gibson

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[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[whimsifae]

[epiph-annie]

find me where the wild things are

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath

[skylark-234]

[unleashed-imagination]

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[ther0sesared3ad]

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

[mahoganyamore]

in cold blood

[poetic--elixir]

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

[bluryyyblu]

[wedarkacademia]

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

From Two poems by Mahmoud Darwish