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Call it a sin if you'd like
In a room whose walls are decorated with painted flowers,
Lies two girls, in their own stage of blooming, on a queen-sized bed
The scent of vanilla and honey is overwhelming if you step inside
Enough to make an adult feel sick
The girl with longer hair keeps her eyes closed, not knowing if she's doing it right
Not if what she's doing is right
But the girl with shorter hair breaks the kiss too quickly
“You don't like it?” asks the other
“I do…” she replies
“Then, can we..?”
She mimics what’s she’s seen on TV, except she’s never imagined doing it with a boy
Outside, they'll be what they're told to be
But inside, in the comfort of a pretend home,
No one can tell them that they’re too young to know
They can live freely, away from disgusted eyes and mouths that scream this is unclean
What's pure love anyways?
If not two girls, leaving sweet promises on each other's skin?
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rainreads · 7 months
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flowerytale · 2 years
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John Keats, from 'To _ (What can I do to drive away)'
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In honour of Lord Byron’s birthday
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heartofmuse · 5 months
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Every day I will celebrate the miracle you are in my life. Every day I will show you in deed and word, with the music that flows from my heart, and the poetry that sings in my palms. I will thank the stars, and say a little prayer for you every night,and hang it in the sky. And when I wake every day I will wrap you up in the dawn, and with a sweet good morning kiss I will hang a smile on your lips.  I will be there for the joys and the sorrows, for the mountain tops and the desert valleys, to embrace your heart and soothe the pains, to hold your hand endlessly. You will always have my arms, my voice, every heartbeat, and song. I will be your friend, and partner, the accomplice of your soul, and for as long as life grants me this miracle that you are, that we are, then I will ever hold gratitude and awe in my heart, a beautiful life that starts anew, every day with an, " I love you."
e.v.e.
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burningvelvet · 6 months
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R.I.P lord byron, if you were alive today your DMs would've been fucking insane
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Sources/Notes: Shelley & his Circle vol. 7 (my photos), Flirting with fame: Byron's anonymous female fans by Corin Throsby, Fangirl(s): Lord Byron edition by Cailey Hall, Lord Byron and Scandalous Celebrity by Clara Tuite, long lock of hair is probably the one mentioned in Byron's Romantic Adventures in Spain by Richard Cardwell, Clairmont Correspondence by Marion Stocking.
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rambleonwithrosie · 19 days
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ardent-reflections · 10 months
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"I exist in two places. Here, and where you are."
Margaret Atwood
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grantac · 3 months
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The short film, I Walk With Ghosts, based on a poem written by me. It’s been around the world and is finally out and available to everyone!
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byronfucks · 5 months
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National Portrait Gallery, London
Look at them having their own lil corner with all their buddies
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moonstruck11124 · 10 months
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-In the Atermaths
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Literally I can't not post this, because we cannot love Byron's poems without acknowledging the fact that yeah, Byron knows exactly what he did and he deserves it.
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rainreads · 7 months
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-Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron.
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flowerytale · 8 months
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John Keats, from La Belle Dame sans Merci
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aphrodites-serenade · 23 days
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Look at me.. not for too long
Her eyes are the most beautiful gems on this earth
She's loved by the moon and sun, with the way they glow and shine in any light
They dart all over the place, not able to stay on one thing for too time
Look at this... Oh no, look at this
She's a spark of joy, but the light becomes dimmer the farther her figure walks away from me
A dreadful thought overcomes me,
I'm fading into the background, into one of the many normalities in her life
My body moves faster than my mind, and once again, I'm near
I have to hold onto her, make sure she doesn't forget me
She swings around abruptly, her locks falling into place as she searches for the reason of this sudden action in my eyes
There's heat rising to my cheeks, I must surely seem pathetic and ridiculous
I wanted her to look at me, and yet…
I look at my feet before she notices any signs of fear that have overtaken my body
Her eyes are still on me, looking at these imperfections, all of them
I'm a child again, apologizing to my parents for being so needy
It's her touch that now makes me search in her eyes
Her fingers draw circles into my skin, dotted with blemishes
They trace my cracked lips and overgrown brows
The longer she touches me, the more I barrage myself for not hiding my dark eye bags, for letting my face get round, for not taming my hair
The thought that she would stop loving me because of all this makes me want to sob
Don't look at me any longer, please
Comfort envelopes me as her lips press against mine
It's her softness that makes me forget what I was even saying
I've never felt so beautiful as when I am with her
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heartofmuse · 4 months
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There is a part of me that recognized you as soon as it felt you. Eons of time, countless transformations, distances only breached by light, and yet we managed to find each other always. Like we carry not only the stardust that we were but the gravity that bound us together.
e.v.e.
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