looking through my old writing… there is no way i wrote this when i was 16

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looking through my old writing… there is no way i wrote this when i was 16
anyone here an alice by heart fan?
i wanna make a gift for my friend and i have some photos from the play but idk the order they go in so i need some help 😭
Oh, when a kid transforms into an abomination it’s “cool” and “makes a good premise for a children’s TV show” but when I, Gregor Samsa
Hey man, whatever lorems your ipsum
They should invent a tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow that doesn’t creep in this petty pace from day to day
sorry man i can’t hang out i’m busy thinking about how icarus fell in love with the sun but didn’t survive it. yeah man it’s gonna be all day.
touching grass is not enough i need to see the night sky as it looked to an ancient greek
The final lines of Milton’s Paradise Lost, underlined by John Keats in his copy of the poem.
John Martin’s illustrations for John Milton’s Paradise Lost.
John Martin - Pandemonium, 1841 c.a, 2006: purchased by the Louvre Museum, Paris.
“Pandemonium”, a painting by John Martin, based on John Milton’s “Paradise Lost”, where Pandemonium is the capital of Hell.
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Lil' poem today to remind us to have the courage to keep living with an open heart ❤️
to be ignored is heartbreaking
but to be forgotten? to be forgotten is like picking up your own heart and not being able to piece it together again.
Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.
they should invent a past that doesn't beat inside me like a second heart