#byronic

i want to plant roots like trees, forget i have feet, step forward and find myself stuck, stable, deep in the ground somewhere safe by a stream

ever loved someone so much you addressed their christmas card to “humanity’s answer to fear” because

shoutout to everyone who spends too long in the shower with their eyes closed, dreaming about rushing out into a rainstorm to feel something of the world on their skin

the best revenge isn’t moving on and pretending not to care. if you really want to disconcert people, stick your fingernails in and bring out your insides. leave them there on the table. no one wants to see you cry. that’s why you should do it. 

The Lady of Shallot (1888) by John William Waterhouse

inspired by an 1832 Tennyson poem

starting a club for people whose identity is artistry but are only capable of creative thought between the hours of one and three am i’ll bring the coffee

this year, if your head rings from screens and lights and cold, go and stand in the sun. just for a moment. say hello to your world

you’re an endless muse. the face that’s gone lives on to inspire every deadbeat side of the road wordfilled brain. i think i’ll always love you. i think you’ll always make me laugh.

winter break is just losing your memory on the car back home and waking up with 78 new poems in the notes app when your brain turns back on

don’t show the music you liked when you were twelve to anyone. nostalgia just tastes like her now

the irrepressible urge to get in the bath with your clothes on