reveries in rhyme

darcy reid || 21 || nyc || my words fly up, my thoughts remain below

[lsleofskye]

About pink endless | hobopeeba

Location: Fuji, Shizuoka, Japan

[iwoulddie4-poetry]

“I am all the things I have ever loved”

- Toni Morrison

[rosenaufsuden-deactivated202003]

the whispers of another era burrowed within the autumnal winds; kissing the side of my cheek on the way to class.

ig: rosenaufsuden

[literaryhistories]

In Prague my life always gets a bit surreal in the best possible way.

[vampyressa-thyone]

“In the pale moonlight, under Her blessed eyes, shall we, in passion, become one.”

Unknown

[kafkasdiariies]

Winter in Central Park by Rebecca Dale

[nedlittle]

i was tasked with creating a shakespeare scene/monologue using only lines from other plays + ended up getting a perfect 100 for this lmao

@jeynegrey told me to post this so i had to comply

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[brun-the-disir]

06.12.19 Manchester

“There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.” - Dead Poets Society

[thelordsoftherings]

The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring (2001) Dir. Peter Jackson

[sluttyhozier]

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

[foxhounders-deactivated20160813]

ppl who dont even like shakespeare: WOW how DARE you alter the original text these are CLASSICS have you no RESPECT, going around DESECRATING these sacred texts in the name of POLITICAL CORRECTNESS!!!!!!!!!

people who love shakespeare: im going to stage a production of hamlet where all the actors are dogs

[thehero-groundzero]

it’s what he would have wanted 

[rosechildsuggestions]

i’d listen to you ramble forever darling dear

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

“I think we have something indestructible between us, haven’t we? …a bond of childhood and subsequent passion, such as neither of us will ever share with anyone else. It has been very strange relationship, ours; unhappy at times, happy at others; but unique in its way, and infinitely precious to me and (may I say?) to you… Time makes no difference. This is a sort of love letter I suppose. Odd that I should be writing you a love letter after so many years - when we have written so many to each other… You said it would last for three months, but our love has lasted for forty years and more.‘”

— Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Violet Trefusis, 3 September 1950

[sincerelyvalentina-deactivated2]

12.19.19 — day filled with cute coffee shop corners and books. not complaining.

[protosstar]

I like to imagine that those gay bitches back in the 1600s read the line "how sweet and lovely doth thou make the shame" from shakespeare’s sonnet 95 and felt the same way us gay bitches felt hearing hozier sing "there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" in 2014

[januaryhoney]

wild geese, mary oliver / the night café, vincent van gogh / someday i’ll love ocean vuong, ocean vuong

[babrahamlincoln]

sext: take my glasses and put them down in a safe place before we start making out