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╳▐│ ( jesse )

“ you knew what you were signing up for, asshole. sorry i don’t like, read between the lines and talk about boring dead faggy poets like all of your other friends do. “

it’s not easy to both get and keep your attention like he has been, he knows, but he still can’t help feel like, unworthy like he’s disappointed you or something. he looks down at his feet, shrugs,and fiddles with the bracelet that’s always around his wrist.

“ … you know doctors without borders has this special peanut butter they make people eat to gain weight? guess what it’s called? “

❛ hey, I don’t JUST read faggy poets. i appreciate the works of lebians, too. ❜ he replied, which was an honest answer despite all the sarcasm that had managed to work it’s way into his voice. he took a brief moment then, to think of Jack, David, even Allen...

❛ besides, they’re not my friends, just people i’m smarter than. YOU’RE my friend. die- hard intellectuals grow dull with ridiculous ease. enlighten me to the name of this mysterious peanut butter. ❜

#╳▐│threads #╳▐│v; city boy #bifurcxted #{ omg i'm never going to hate you--- }#{ i figured you just hadn't seen it it's totally cool xD }#{ tumblr is a bitch sometimes }#{ either way i'm glad to rp lu again with you <3 }

╳▐│( fifth avenue )

“Hm. Spoken like a true romantic.” He hasn’t the eye or taste for beauty any more – it all looks and tastes like ash. “My excuse for what? Madness?” A derisive snort. “Excuses imply a level of preventability – I can give you reasons, but will not make excuses for myself. The question is whether you’d like the reason I have found, or the one they have found.”

He was just a bit TOUCHY with the phrasing— an almost childish refusal really, but one hid well under bright intellect that came with an even sharper tongue. "I'm N O T a romantic, not bohemian either, but there is a certain disposition that comes with knowing. I mean, le poète est vraiment voleur de feu, right? Though if that's how you see things, I think I'd recommend Dylan instead."

#nottxbe #{ PFFT--- }#{ that's the best one i've heard in awhile xD }

your-last-cigarettee

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

Friedrich Nietzsche ( via your-last-cigarettee )

#╳▐│likes #╳▐│thoughts

╳▐│lovetoowell

❛ Please! the guy is such a fucking C U N T . ❜ Lucien complained loudly, though not without the trace of a laugh on his lips, either. Really, his reaction was fairly expected, or at least it should have been by now. Lately he'd been going to class less and less, and when he did manage to sit through lectures he walked out of them with little more then contempt.

❛ They were talking about Anaïs Nin like she was some kind of degenerate— House of Incest was filled with more meaning then they can pull out of a freaking miracle. All they want to talk about are the AUDENS, and somehow they manage to fuck that up, too. ❜

#╳▐│starters #╳▐│v; strange madness #lovetoowell #{ *THROWS THIS AT YOU* }#{ dddddduuude! i was so happy to see your blog!!! }#{ she introduced him to jack. they used to be really good friends uwu; }#{ and if i remember right celia (his college gf) was the one who introduced them i think...? }#{ idk i'd need to look it up again uwu; }

╳▐│gryffinscor ( ❤ )

❛ So is it true that your dad like, got hundreds of students killed, or was that version just for the history books? ❜

#╳▐│starters #╳▐│v; magic words #{ he's just. not nice uwu;;; }#gryffinscor

paigeypaige19

I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

Neil Gaiman ( via paigeypaige19 )

#╳▐│musings

╳▐│( fifth avenue )

“Hah! For one who speaks of wits, I should think you would know smothering is still a means of murder. True, it cannot be slain in hot pursuit – but with heavy hands, easily suffocated.” Voice low, “When they ask where your head has gone, how do you answer?”

"Paris," he said simply as something with the semblance of a smile began to ghost over his lips. "Sometimes Mexico. Seattle, Chicago– trailing around after that tambourine man & drinking in Dylan Thomas like poison when gentle night's start to turn into w o n d e r l a n d .

So what's your excuse?"

#nottxbe #{ good because i really love your blog ; 7 ; }#{ ps fifth avenue is kind of a derogatory 50s term for someone with money }#{ which is cOMPLETELY HYPOCRITICAL coming from lou oh well uwu; }

╳▐│( ??? )

“Had I mine own wits, I would say you have gone raving mad.”

“True madness is the only bit of honest sanity this world can’t kill: maybe wits just don’t suit you.”

#╳▐│threads #╳▐│v; undetermined #nottxbe #{ hope its okay that i jumped in? owo; }

╳▐│ bifurcxted

❛ Dude, S T O P — come on, you're better than boring. ❜

it was a complaint, but a compliment made abundant by his diction as well. it was one of those times again you see where all of his attention was CENTERED and devoted entirely to the person in front of him. jesse was the only thing in his world right now, and it was great— though no one could foretell what the next hour would bring, or even the next t e n m i n u e t s sadly...

❛ Just, talk about something else, I dunno, make something up for all I care. I believe in you, there's gotta be something. ❜

#╳▐│starters #╳▐│v; city boy #bifurcxted #{ i dunno??? }#{ our first thread was kinda rocky but }#{ i feel like we talked about them a fair bit ooc so }#{ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ *skips to when lu isn't an a-hole* }

Fruit. Phallus. Clitoris. Cacoethes. Feces. Foetus. Womb. Rimbaud.

#{ for once i make a lucien banner i like uwu; }#indie rp #kill your darlings rp #kyd rp #wwii rp #beatnik rp #lucien carr rp #self-promo

ohbstacles-deactivated20180324

Kill Your Darlings (2013)

Legit best two reactions I’ve seen in my life

#╳▐│mirror #╳▐│kill your queued things

OFFICIALLY AND FINALLY OFF A VERY LONG HIATUS!!!

so i accidentally deleted the last one of these i posted? which was only like an hour ago or so, but anyway. ghist of things is i’m rebooting lou, i’m sorry i was gone for so long, i redid my theme, i deleted all my old posts, memes and drafts, and please check out the new rules, and like this for a starter if you want one ❤

#{ THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS SAWYER IS A LAME POTATO the end }#{ also i need a new ooc tag }#{ actually i just need new tags in general }#{ i need new EVERYTHING haha uwu; }

❖

[ X ] Your muse breaks into my muses room, what do they find?

my muse drunk and passed out

What a rare sight to see.

Perhaps it wouldn’t seem that way to most, not from first glance, and certainly not from first impression. Not to anyone who’d seen Lucien Carr before, with a drink in his hand and a book in his other, not to someone who’d strolled by his dorm while he was getting high or else circled back again to find him ranting in a refined madness over Baudelaire and Whitman. The early morning sunrise— just protruding from the ashes, and the only thought left to conclude being that he himself had once more found his day passed without s l e e p or other comforts of the common man…

False, and with so little that could attain to be further from the truth. There was nothing normal about seeing the enigmatic boy thrown haphazardly across the bed sheets with a novel on one side and vomit on the other. There was nothing lost or gained in presentation, with the situation a b s e n t of any intricate plan or clever design that was so commonly characterized by his wit.

…There was instead, something sickly in the poetic irony that, at long last, the man who always d r a n k was finally drunk, and soft slumber that eluded him so often a night had finally fallen into his comprehension through means of an empty bottle,

and there was nothing b e a u t i f u l about the rest, because it would reek of divine serenity come morning when the light touched onto his figure through an open window pane. Because the reality was that the room itself was freezing, and that Goethe was d e a d, along with Verlaine and even Rimbaud, and Lucien was not aware of any of this yet… But he soon would be.

It is false to assume that vacant spirits have higher meaning. They are void of symbolism and as barren even when filled. Be careful, a memory chimed somewhere between hell and foggy dreams.

You are not in Wonderland,

so with understanding came doubt, and that’s exactly how easy it is for Cerussite to s h a t t e r.

#aseasonoflucien #◈ answered #also going to tag this as #◈ opens #since it's not an rp blog asking #and oMG THANK YOU FOR THIS!#it was so much fun to write :D #◈ drabbles

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*jokes about making out with you until it actually happens*

#◈ headcanons

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