Too tired to be poetic

Idk man

[wildfandom]

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this started out as a funny line that struck me at 1 am:

that grew into something greater when i shared it in the Mechscord’s VC.

big thanks to @oakleafthewarrior​ for taking this idea and running with it through their creation of a Google Doc filled with lines for the song.

lyrics and line sources are in the read more below.

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[starsonthetable]

This just needs to be here

[enfranchisement]

ig: shopsundae • help the movement

[macrolit]

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[macrolit]

Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen paperback classics featuring Richard Adams, Edgar Allan Poe, Simone de Beauvoir, J.R.R. Tolkien, Richard Wright, Harper Lee, and others! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on May 9, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!

[macrolit]

We’re choosing a random winner in two days, so reblog now!

[wineandphilosopia]

*adjusts Victorian shirt* What do you mean? *writes poetry with an expensive fountain pen* Am I really  *drinks Absinthe* too dramatic?! *flings herself on a 19th century chaise lounge* Don’t be ridiculous!

[lets-throw-bacchanal]

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:

catastrophe 

miserable monster

demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life

an ugly mummy

a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,

the filthy daemon to whom I have given life

no human

the wretch whom I had created

sight tremendous and abhorred

unearthly ugly being

too horrible for human eyes

miserable head

vile insect

abhorred monster

wretched devil

you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world

too horrible for human eyes to behold

the filthy mass that moved and talked

wretch whom I dreaded

villain

monster of my creation

fiend

figure most hideous and abhorred

+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:

a form which I cannot find words to describe

never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness

tremendous being

scary and unearthly in his ugliness

Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked” 

[starsonthetable]

I’m ‘you whose joint wickedness might desolate the world’

[starsonthetable]

Getting better, getting worse

I feel sick,

I’ve been thrown off,

From every trick,

I thought would solve.

My minds a mess,

My brain unwinds,

And I fall down,

These twisted lines.

I was doing good,

So why did I push,

My luck has fled,

My progress flushed.

Through the time it took,

To get me here,

It’s one step forward,

Six back, I fear.

Everyday I loose myself,

Just a little more.

And everyday I mourn the part,

I lost the day before.

[macrolit]

Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen paperback classics featuring Richard Adams, Edgar Allan Poe, Simone de Beauvoir, J.R.R. Tolkien, Richard Wright, Harper Lee, and others! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on May 8, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

dark green is a nice color. underrated

[hxasinthus]

(me talking about any shakespeare tragedy) the women are underappreciated, everyone is gay, and no one survives

[starsonthetable]

The house of doors

I thought it was a good idea,

To go into that house,

For an afternoon of exploring,

But now I can’t get out.

Every door shows something new,

Every twist and turn,

The inside always seems to grow,

And with it my concern.

Sometimes when I go through a door,

The house itself doesn’t change,

When I look towards myself,

I find I’m not the same.

I’m not the only one in the house,

Who can never seem to leave,

There’s a dog and cats that I can see,

And something I can’t perceive.

I’ve tried to find an exit,

Trust me God I’ve tried,

But time and space don’t play by the rules,

It all leaves my brain fried.

And just when I have given up,

My patience long grown thin,

Through one last door I walk,

And feel the sun on my skin.

So Home I go,

Something I didn’t think I’d achieve,

And forever I’ll know a tale,

One that no one will believe.

[lightupgoldfish]

chaotic academia Pt 2

-having to double think about how to spell academia

-simply Not Doing homework when it gets too hard, waiting until the next day instead

-turtleneck over athletic clothes

-being spacey

-all the stuff on the walls is lopsided and falling

-pen smudges on your fingers

-dancing on your bed with your earbuds at 11 at night, trying to not wake your parents

-facetiming, sifting by the wall, not even talking just existing

-forgotten to do lists lying around

-chalk smudges on pillows from the chalkboard wall

-thick eyeliner on your waterline, messy and uneven on the eyelid

-or even eyeliner in bright shades of blue or green

-smudged lipstick from living in the moment

-losing all dignity out of pure happiness and excitement

-shitty ya literature

-that feeling that comes with waking up earlier than you’d like

-dark academic clothing, but battered or ripped

-revenge era my chemical romance

[schmergo]

What up, my name’s Hamlet, I’m 19, and I never f***ing learned to be 

[starsonthetable]

On the Days We Ramble

On the days we ramble,

We sink even deeper.

In to wonderland we stumble,

Where my heart is my keeper.

Play your guitar for me,

Let me listen to your soul,

Wrap myself in your laughter,

To keep me warm till I’m old.

Love let me know,

About the littlest thing,

I’ll lend you my ear,

For you make my heart sing.

Didn’t think this existed,

I’d forgotten to hope,

But to listen to you ramble,

Makes me belive in the trope.

[starsonthetable]

keeping a Safe Distance (Despite my Protests)

You be the sun,

I’ll be the moon.

We can dance,

In the late afternoon.

But when morning comes sweeping through,

I’ll go blind in the light standing next to you.

For no one looks,

For the moon during day,

So I’ll grasp and I’ll crawl,

To find my way.

Beaten and broken and clinging to stars,

I’ll wonder how we ever made it this far.

[darkmacademia]

dark academia; an aesthetic and literary genre based around romanticising academia. my personal motto is to just do what you like, don’t feel pressure to conform to anything, and respect each other.

[naturalcottage]

I want to live there