#the poetry

[heatherfield]

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Kissing in the Rain, Episode 4 “Edgar & Annabel” [x]

[leohtttbriar]

[abjectapathy]

And though I burn, how could I fall?

I am lifted by every word you say to me.

-'Icarian' Hozier

[nothingimportanttoseehere]

I'm not saying the other romance options are bad, I'm just saying there is no way they can match Lae'zel's.

[rockcattomato]

Just so y’all know the only way I would even be mildly satisfied with the life series ending is is Jimmy won

[lookinghalfacorpse]

already prepared to spread my agenda that every character keeps their scars from season 1 btw

[abreezeofpoetry]

-- Margaret Atwood

[hobiwonder]

Days stretch by and nights sweep away with the bitter caress of the summer winds. When did the sun turn into the moon? When did the moon lose half of its face? I’ve lost count of how many stars light up the night sky just as I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been since you were last here.

whoever this is.... u wanna collab

[mordere-diem]

listening to unreal unearth as an artist feels like when angels spoke to prophets but instead it's a 33 year old irish man singing about ethereal lust and wretched love in my gay little ears

[sparkus-gleamer]

Things that remind me of you:

Using abbreviated forms of common, short words

Eg

"Potate/s" or "p'tate/s" (potatoe/s)

"Sush" (sushi)

"Cook/s" (cookie/s)

[tbc]

[thatgayhippie]

Major WIN

Happy to announce that I was commended by THE POETRY SOCIETY in their challenge your name is a poem. I got goodies!

[evermore-deluxe]

"All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret" // "And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you"

Peace // Cold as You

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[foxofanequinox]

aughowgh the change in jon's statment header between seasons 1-3 to season 4.... got me messed up fr...

"audio recording by jonathan sims, head archivist of the magnus institute"

"audio recording by jonathan sims, the archivist."

cue to me banging my head against the walls that was so clever. medias when everything is in the details....

[tockamybeloved]

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts–from far where I abide– Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

[luveline]

(totally not just asking this because it’s in theme with wip i’ve disappeared into today) if we were at a ball, lock eyes across the room, i walk up to you, smooch the back of your hand and ask you all formal and stuff if i can have the honour of a dance, would you do it? would you step on my toes or would you let me twirl you around? UHH are we from like rivalling kingdoms so we can’t just do it out in the open on the dance floor? have to sneak outside or in a side chamber? or will i just have to survive on all of the longing looks and stolen glances?

this is so romantic. Is it me or are we in love? I would absolutely step on your toes idk how to ballroom dance