#the romantics
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
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
drown your sadness in coffee, literature and fancy desserts.
why is it that that old creep dracula has got literally like a thousand movie and tv series etc made abt him but lord ruthven who is gay and sexy doesnt have his own movie