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i’d really rather remove my eyes w hot ice cream scoopers than read another think piece on how amazing england is by an american who came here one time and spent the whole trip in the h*rry p*tter section of the primark on tottenham court road
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century
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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long
Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.
The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue
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While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.
My reaction, only with coffee.
Hang on, need to send this to my literature prof
how have you been?
Update:
you were named after two of the bravest people I ever knew
Shakira Shakira
what has four legs? a table! haha, i love to have fun
Escaped!
Do you ever get bored on the internet and then grab your phone to see what the other, smaller internet is up to?
It’s too late to kinkshame Lestat probably
i’m kinkshaming him anyway
Anne Rice is going to sue everyone on this post
the first complaynts are coming in: jess thinks my rimes are but a sin. she canot see the meme’s apeel. the bredlik love she does not feel.
why are you like this
the way i am i will admitte makes little sence: i am a twitte. but who is werce- the crazy gal or she who kepes her as a pal?
why must you
i must becos this simpel meme is now my lyf, my waking dreme. if i should try to speke in prose the cow appears:
he liks my nose.
are you kidding me
i kid yu not. i shall not tire. to rime this way is my desire. the world may bern or floode insted: but i’ll be here to lik some bred.
please stop
even your tags were in lik the bred format
i give up
this post has killed me
just yesterday the words above were sed by jess who has no love for any childe made up of rime. she may yet change. i’ll give her tyme.
This is the most wholesome and perfect series of posts ever
theres a les mis joke here somewhere
GET OUT OF THIS MENTALITY! I HAD IT FOR MOST OF MY LIFE AND IT STUNTED MY PERSONAL GROWTH SO MUCH. LEARN TO SUCK AT THINGS AND BE OKAY WITH IT. WE ALL START SOMEWHERE.
“And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.” ― Lord Byron
I would date an actor just so I can tell people that my boyfriend’s an actor and then they’d be like “oh? What’s he been in?” And I’d say “me” and raise my wine glass and laugh because in this scenario I’m at a fancy cocktail party.
Clearly I need a swanky party where I can actually do this.
Please take a moment to enjoy Jason Mantzoukas’s perfect grossed-out reaction to the kisses in The Lake House.
Friendly Reminder That!!
I’m NEVER gonna catch my breath
Say 👏 goodbye 👏 to 👏 those 👏 who 👏 knew 👏 me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
This guy’s got ‘em scared to death
Hope he doesn’t see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim 人人 ﾟ.+:｡ヽ(´∀｀)ﾉﾟ.+:｡ 人人
