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biboomerangboi · 8 months

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Irish-uwufication is so fucking weird anyway but like people act like Hozier - who writes primarily blues songs about politics, books and music he finds interesting, and having sex with hot women he picks up in bars - is just a nature man is so weird. Like you have Americans saying he is a bog man, he only writes acoustic songs about chaste love and nature. He lives in the woods and doesn’t interact with society at all. He is made of trees and fairies because that’s what Ireland is.

#saw a tiktok and got passionate #so many Irish poets get this treatment too it’s weird #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #Hozier writes about politics all the time #he has an entire song based on albums he likes #not to mention he talks all the time about how influenced he is by black blues singers and rhythm guitarists not white acoustic guys #zee rambles

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flowersforfrancis · 9 months

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I dread the end of winter.

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swifttosaturn · 2 days

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This picture walked so that the tortured poets department photo shoot could run

#and it’s a candid!#ttpd #tsttpd #taylor swift #Rachel rambles #the tortured poets department

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cardsharksplayingames · 2 months

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I can’t find the post right now but I can’t stop thinking about someone on here calling Midnights a “psychological crash cart” in the tags of one of my posts and now I’m thinking..... (stay with me here because this analogy is grim)..... if Midnights was the crash cart does that make Tortured Poets the autopsy?

#andrea rambles #midnights #the tortured poets department #ttpd #Joever

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etirabys · 2 years

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Kong Shangren, the guy who became popular at the early Qing court for writing a play that was (in part) about how sad it was that the Qing had taken over, was alive at the time glasses came to Qing via the Portuguese. He wrote this poem:

White glass from across the Western Seas Is imported through Macao: Fashioned into lenses big as coins, They encompass the eyes in a double frame. I put them on—it suddenly becomes clear; I can see the very tips of things! And read fine print by the dim-lit window Just like in my youth.

ngl, I kind of teared up.

#rambl #somehow i don't bat an eye when rationalists sing about eradicating smallpox at secular solstice #but – glasses... glasses on old Asian poets... oh #eti reads the search for modern china

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jules-ln · 5 months

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I love the theory that Patroclus was a homeric invention regardless of whether is true or not.

Mostly because I imagine Homer saying:

"This is my OC Patroclus. He's an exiled prince and everyone loves him. He's so strong he killed a son of Zeus and also has 9 dogs. He's Achilles' boyfriend and best friend too btw uwu"

#iliad #greek mythology #trojan war #achilles #Patroclus #patrochilles #ramblings #tagamemnon #If your modern adaptation doesn't make Patroclus perfect. Then you're misunderstanding the Iliad completely /jk #This is funnier when you realize that the narrator of the Iliad actually seems to like Patroclus a lot #And I know Homer probably wasn’t real. But it's easier to say Homer than to say “The poets of the Iliad”

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amorisastrum · 1 month

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I read the original DPS script for the first time when I was on a coach in a country I'd never been in before on a school trip waiting to go and visit a memorial. So I was mainly skimming it. I plan to read it properly soon.

But anyways, I think about this regularly

#dead poets society #dps #neil perry #percy rambles

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zipstick · 2 months

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#john keating #dead poets society #my ramblings

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wanderingbards · 1 year

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See people don't seem to understand this-

The soldiers are not just people who fight. They are people who have had to carry themselves when no one else was there. They are blunt and honest and their sword is so heavy so they do everything they can to avoid confrontation but in the end it will happen whether they want it to or not. The soldiers don't want to destroy but everything they touch crumbles at their fingertips and the flames grow despite their pleading for it all to stop, please let it stop they're not strong enough they don't want to be strong enough for this.

The poets are not just creatives. The poets are the ones who can cut you down with words. They want the truth, they want to see everything you are and more and they will marvel your ugly spots as if they were diamonds. The poets are also those who can tell you the prettiest lies, they give you lenses that disguise all the red in this world. The poets are also those who know that words are so incredibly dangerous and powerful, so they will sit in silence to hide the strength a simple word can hold.

The kings? The kings are those burdened with a life they never wished to lead. They are the golden children so burnt out that waking up is more tiring than the rest they had just achieved. The kings believe they have a duty to the world, and they are unfortunate in that everything they do will be criticized and judged and used against them no matter how noble the intention. All they can do is pray they create enough good to balance out their bad.

And together the soldiers, poets, and kings want to move forward. No matter their individual burdens, the soldiers will serve their kings, the kings will bow to the poets, and the poets will fall to the soldiers.

#soldier poet king #parks rambles #idk tho #tiktok is kinda obsessing over the uquiz on this subject #and everyone seems to think being a poet is better than being anything else #when it all just kinda feels like a burden #y'know?

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the-monologues · 4 months

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#rambling monologues #sylvia plath #sylvia plath quotes #new poets society #quotes #booktok #booklr #book quotes #book quotations #bookblr #bookstagram #desiblr #thoughts

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meetmylivingghosts · 7 months

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I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really don't blame them.

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suiana · 8 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8F1kLop/

this with yan poet 😍

"what do you mean you sent me letters?"

"i did, mi amor! I've sent them everyday!"

the male grabs your hands and looks at you with teary eyes. his lower lip trembles, sniffling as he holds back the urge to breakdown right there and then on the subway.

"i thought you hated me with how i never got a reply back..."

"i checked the mailbox everyday but there wasn't anything... wait, dad-"

you stop in your tracks, face pale as you realized why you hadn't been receiving any letters fron your long distance boyfriend in so long. and it looks like he did too. with how his eyes darkened a shade and how his grip on your wrists increased.

"so it was that old geezer..."

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere poet #yandere poet x reader #suiana brainrotting #suiana rambling

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the-wisteria-cascades · 1 month

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#spilled ink #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #original poetry #poetry on tumblr #poem #poets corner #poems and poetry #writeblr #writing #writers and poets #ok so I did feel like this was slightly too ramble-y but I have been toying with this so screw it lol im posting #my poetry

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creatingnikki · 1 month

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3 am and you're sitting on the kitchen floor and you keep your phone aside and everything is silent and you realize that this is the first time in a week that you've had silence alone. Have you missed it or have you been avoiding it? A bit of both, always a bit of both. It's been a while since you made spaghetti and it's March already — the moon has missed you (and other lies to hide your irrelevancy). twenty seven is old enough to not repeat a mistake for the third time and yet young enough to say fuck it and do it anyway. there's not much I know now, there's not much I want to know. I just want to be on the beach when the days are gorgeous and eat food without my body hating me and read books that speak to parts of me that can't articulate for themselves. I just want to hug my friend and make my mother smile and write a few lines that will be understood by someone somewhere. It's still these very things. It's always been these very things. Even at 27 when I'm sitting alone on the kitchen floor at 3 am. Especially then.