Ever wonder what Dylan Thomas’ poetry sounds like? I’d really love it if you’d check out these poems inspired by his haunting voice beyond the grave. 🤓🥳🪦⌨️🖨️
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RADIO SILENCE IS SO GOOD I CAN’T-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Paris Squads reactions to Tao confessing his feelings.
Elle: "I have the urge to do something stupid."
Tao: "I'm stupid do me!"
Charlie: *Speechless*
Nick: *Flustered*
Aled: *Wasn't paying attention*
Sahar: "Uh what"
Tara: *Pleasantly surprised*
Darcy: *Was dissociated and tuned back in at "do me"
Elle: *Help*
Tao: "I said that out loud..."
Charlie: *Pats Tao of this shoulder pitifully* "Yes yes you did"
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I AM ✨STRAIGHT✨🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈😌
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"Radio is not dead, but it is ending this broadcast."
how dare he look this good after being absolutely humbled? idk
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Y'all wait my school's library bought Radio Silence hardcover even though they already have the paperback
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thanks you so much for the tag
i’m leaving open tags for this one
feel free to join in
Starting a Picrew chain because I've been on that site all morning
Look, it's me😙✨
[ Tagging ] > @stayconnecteed @starlostastronaut @myboyfriendjake @rikislady @rikilove4 @afelia-123 + anyone else that wants to join!!
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The Tortured Poets Department is a great reminder that women don't owe the world pretty. Taylor Swift doesn't owe anyone an easily digestible pretty pop album wrapped in a bow with short songs you can make TikToks to. She's allowed to present something raw, uncomfortable, and vulnerable to the world.
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How lucifer got his first crown 👑
Bonus :
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Filling a hole
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It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy
[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."
The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."
Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."
A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."
We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]
(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)
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a little personal response / tribute to "here's the life i've always longed for" by Anna Haifisch. the original means so much to me, and even though it's hard, I feel like every day i'm making more steps toward finally being on the other side of that fence <:)
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don't give up
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