what if we’re all characters in a book
WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING
guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough
I don’t want to know the ending.
The ending is your death.
well, the writer is a very shitty one
I have so many poems ahhhhhhhhhh (Maybe I could give you the url of my poem blog? Or my poem tag? I literally can`t choose ōAō``)
omg yes ofc aah
ill check them out when im baCK FROM SCHOOL THOUGH……….. dumb s chool
Wow, I`m glad you liked it, that makes me really happy hehe ū//◡//ū
its great oh my god do you have any more youd like to share! uvu
someone on my dash compared fans being outraged about the whitewashing of khan with the shitstorm when lucy liu’s casting in elementary was announced and they said it was basically the same thing
im just
not
gonna
White people, man
oh no! one of the fucking many adaptations of sherlock holmes has a non-white, female watson!
i am waiting for an adaptation where all the Sherlock Holmes characters are like forks and knives and various other kitchen utensils.
They gotta find out where that spoon ran off to and with who.
i didnt find that but i did find this
Feathers
There was a man once.
A man of black plumed suitsHe used to roam these streets with clicking heels and shiny shoes
He was a friend of the midnight-struck raven
A friend of the underdog Rex
A fiend of the chapel`s vitrages,
the colourful glass shards
ebbed into his eyesHe was pale of face,
Weak of will and
Shaky of fingers
He was mother`s first and last mistake
(a holy human she was)He taught her to fly in the sky of steeled sapphire glitter
And as he stands
In front of me and my mirror window
I can see his pupils in that black mass that is
his eye and the colourful glass shards he stoleHe`s waiting for me to spread out his wings and
take flight for the first(the only true) time
of my timeless, bored life
(I say I`m bored,
but I`m just ungrateful)He`ll be my teacher
as I end up a splatter on the concrete(he`ll feed the midnight-struck raven with my bone dust, my lifeblood)
He`ll be my saviour and hero
In the land of our(his) dreamsSo Let`s let this man of black plumed suits
into our holed hearts and ears
it was hard to choose which one to give you but I decided on this one, because I remember writing it very clearly and I remember seeing feathers in front of my eyes as I tapped on the keyboard. It was awesome. And I hope you like it ūAū
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hoLY SHIT I LOVE IT?????WOAH OKAY ESPECIALLY
He used to roam these streets with clicking heels and shiny shoes
A fiend of the chapel`s vitrages,
the colourful glass shards
ebbed into his eyes
whoa very beautifully said oh my god i just
(I say I`m bored,
but I`m just ungrateful)
