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lithium-poet · 24 days

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Lana Del Rey, hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

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seahorsegirl · 2 months

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i understand why all the beat generation like kerouac and shit were all on speed b/c whenever i take adderall im like omg i’m going to write the best essay of all time. and then i do.

#final paper for film got an A and i wrote it in one night on a crazy adderall and coffee binge #the only reason i didn’t get an A+ is because that professor HATED me #ok also is beat poetry on amphetamines a real thing that happened or is that just a lana del rey lyric

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rocksalt-and-pie · 2 years

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[repeats to self like a prayer] technically i didn't start a new wip before finishing the other one because im technicaLLY already finished with that (just need to fully finish the editing of it) and techNICALLY i just wrote down the OUTLINE of a very rough first draft of ONE short scene that is basically only dialogue anyway in my notes app, it doesn't really count until there is an ACTUAL document on my computer with actual words in it

#look at me huh. to quote lana: churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines #writing process

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paralellograms · 7 months

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I’m churning out blog posts like beat poetry on amphetamines

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mmotel6 · 1 year

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beat poetry on amphetamines

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loveyou-4-life · 2 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘— quinn hughes

summary: never ever did she think she would be with quinn, but now she’s making it official by coming to his game and meeting his friends. guess that little crush she had on him payed off. inspired by brooklyn baby by land del rey.

warnings: mature language, mention of alcohol and sex, not proof read. used she/her/hers pronouns. lowercase intended. smoking.

authors note: i had to re write this 3 times because tumblr kept deleting my drafts.

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THEY SAY I’M TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YOU, I DON’T KNOW WHAT I NEED. THEY DON’T THINK I UNDERSTAND THE FREEDOM LAND OF THE SEVENTIES.

the first time they met was when she was 17 and he was 20. her brother, one of quinns closest friends, invited him to their villa in greece.

quinn never really payed attention to y/n, actually throughout the summer she had become like a little sister to him. so he just chose to ignore that she had liked him.

yes-oblivious to her- he knew. he found out by the glances and how she would stare at him longer than usual, that and he “accidentally” read her diary.

she still remembered the first time she knew she liked him.

— SUMMER 2019 athens , greece —

“Y/n would you mind going to fetch the champagne glasses out the back, we’re feeling fancy tonight” your mother politely asked, her thick accent coming out. you gave her a small soft toothless smile and nodded your head, while putting the final dish down in the dishwasher. And then retrieved to go get the glasses out back.

stupidly, she forgot her phone was dead and that was her usage of a flashlight. it was extremely hard to see since the only source of light came from a small window at the top and it was from moonlight. the fact that her father had found a rat earlier that week there was terrifying.

she looked everywhere and she still couldn’t find them, spiders and spiders web were everywhere. suddenly she heard a squeak.

she gasped, her phone that was on her grip was now on the ground. she bent down trying to find them, she felt her lungs tighten and her breathing stop. a light footstep was heard behind her.

her panic rose.

suddenly a pair of hand brought her up and gripped her waist. so without thinking she screamed. the hand went from her waist to her mouth and to the back of her head. she almost kneed him in the balls but stopped.

“it’s just me cara mia” quinn whispered softly. bringing his hands to her face , rubbing her cheeks softly trying to calm her down. Sensing her panic state, she finally felt her breathing relax and butterflies appeared in her stomach.

Cara mia, the nickname her brother gave her when she was born still stuck in the family. even quinn now was using it.

“Just me” quinn whispered again with a worried look on her face. She nodded signaling she was okay and he gave her her phone back.

“Mary said to tell you that she found the glasses”

— END OF FLASHBACK —

I THINK I’M TOO COOL TO KNOW YA. YOU SAY I’M LIKE THE ICE, I FREEZE. I CHURNING OUT NOVELS , BEAT POETRY ON AMPHETAMINES.

and then they met two years later, unknown to quinn she had become even more beautiful. so when he saw her at her brothers birthday party he was stunned.

she was now 19 turning 20 soon and he was 22.

she looked like a goddess.

and when she made eye contact with him, those eyes still had that attraction towards him. the only difference was that quinn also had that glint too.

she gave him a nod and a smile, he smiled raising his champagne cup on one hand and his other hand on his suit pocket.

he saw her put her empty glass down and say something to her friends before turning to go to a hallway. he knew exactly where she was going. the balcony.

so he followed her, quinn didn’t know where this attraction to her was coming from and he neither knew what he was doing following her.

then when he saw her on the balcony, his footsteps stopped. her back was towards him and she looked beautiful under the moonlight.

she wore moonlight like lingerie.

when she heard his footsteps again, she turned her head. surprised filled her features when she saw her quinn. he’s not yours, he’ll never be.

“quinn” she whispered but still quinn heard.

“cara mia” he said. her breath hitched. she didn’t think she’ll hear him say the nickname ever again. “you look stunning” he said, scratching the back of his head. she smiled and her cheeks became pink.

WELL, MY BOYFRIENDS IN A BAND HE PLAYS GUITAR WHILE I SING LOU REED. I’VE GOT FEATHERS IN MY HAIR I GET DOWN TO BEAT POETRY.

the amount of times she heard that tonight was endless but still it never had that affect on her like when quinn said it.

“thank you” she said. The tension built, sexual tension. She bit her lip looking at him, his eyes went from her eyes to her lips. Suddenly he was too close.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He went passed her and on the balcony chair next to her. Bringing the cigarette to his lips and covering it so he could light it up.

He looked up at her, opening the pack extending his arm. “Want one?” he questioned. She shook her head .

“i don’t smoke” she said softly. He chuckled putting the packet on the table. Puffing his cigarette.

“still so innocent?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. she flushed and nodded. she wasn’t that innocent but i guessed in his eyes she was.

they made small talk and actually a conversation was built up. for the next hour she and him talked about life, she already had taken a seat next to him.

“You have a boyfriend?” he hesitated. she looked at him, she saw something flash in his eyes. was it jealousy? she shook her head, he seemed relieved.

they both heard footsteps, this was bad. if somebody saw them they would get the wrong picture. Especially y/n’s brother. so she hid behind quinns back when he stood up.

“there you are i’ve been looking everywhere for you, come we’re taking pictures” she heard her mothers voice say. she felt quinn nod.

when she heard footsteps getting away. she pulled back from quinn and he turned.

“it was nice to catch up y/n” and with that he left. when he saw that he went back and she couldn’t see his figure anymore from the hallway, she noticed he forgot his cigarettes.

AND MY JAZZ COLLECTIONS RARE , I CAN PLAY MOST ANYTHING, I’M A BROOKLYN BABY, I’M A BROOKLYN BABY.

but there was only one cigarette left and it had writing on it.

xxx-xxx-xxx call me - q

—

now here you stood in the arena waiting for your boyfriend to play.

boyfriend, it still felt foreign on your tongue.

you were sitting in the wags section. they were nice and you actually befriended them.

and also they were shocked to find out quinn had a girlfriend. i mean you two were only dating now for 6 months so it didn’t surprise you they didn’t know.

you continued watching the game on the edge of your seat, canucks was winning. and then quinn scored and his eyes immediately went to you and you smiled, tooth and all and gave him a wink.

I’M TALKING ‘BOUT MY GENERATION, TALKING ‘BOUT MY NEWER NATION. AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, YOU CAN BEAT IT BABY , YOU CAN BEAT IT.

you could already feel his smirk behind the mask.

when you went down with the others, you were anxiously waiting for him. he was the first one to come out, and he immediately went to you.

you wrapped your arms around him and put your head in his chest. he kissed the top of your head. “i’m proud of you baby” you whispered against his lips.

“thank you cara mia”

YOU NEVER LIKED THE WAY I SAID IT, IF YOU DON’T GET IT, THEN FORGET IT, CAUSE I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN IT.

the team went to dinner and quinn insisted you came and met the guys since the wags were gonna be there.

when you showed up, they welcomed you with open arms.

“so you’re the girl quinn couldn’t stop talking about” brock examined. quinn smirked as you flushed, he still had that affect on you.

“guys this is my girlfriend y/n” quinn introduced as he pulled your chair so you could sit. you whispered a thank you and turned your attention back to the group.

“oh we know quinn your mouth never shuts up about her” elias said. extending his arms for her to shake which she did. quinns cheeks turned red like a tomato by his teammates comments.

“it’s nice to meet the girl quinn couldn’t stop talking about for two years” what?

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#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #elias peterson #petey #brock boeser #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #kent johnson #brendan brisson #mark estapa #nick blankenburg #thomas bordeleau #owen power

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geminiscene · 5 months

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i'm churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines

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littlemisspascal · 1 year

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

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New Works Added ✨

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lithium-poet · 22 days

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Love me until i love myself.

Lana del Rey, Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd?

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒,

𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷��𝓁𝓁𝒶

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bri-the-nautilus · 11 months

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yes agreed Kerouac fucking sucks...but I also don't like any beat literature. It's telling that the best author among his contemporaries was an amphetamine-addled trust-fund kid that murdered his wife.

Yeah Burroughs was a fun case lmao. I'm pretty sure he tried to tell the cops that they were pretending to be William Tell when he killed her. Seriously, all those guys were stoned out of their minds. Probably why their books are amazing if you're a 16-22 year old boy but utterly unrelatable if you aren't; there are tons of accounts online of dudes who read the Beats as teens and loved them but revisited them as adults and were like "wow these guys are losers."

Reading that one chapter of Dharma Bums where Kerouac's self-insert and his inserts of Snyder and Ginsberg do three-day-long alcoholic naked ritual fake-Buddhism sex with a shy local teenager was one of the most uncomfortable experiences I've ever had. I was like, wait, this book is based on his life, these characters are based off him and his friends, and he writes THIS??? And PUBLISHES IT???

The only Beat scribbles that I can somewhat tolerate are some of Ginsberg's poetry. "Howl" is pretty damn good, even if Ginsberg was kind of a weirdo. (sidenote: one of Kerouac's worst transgressions in my opinion was the section of Dharma Bums when he has his self-insert go to the San Francisco "Howl" reading and changed the poem's title to "Wail." Fucking Wail??? Really Jack? That word just doesn't have even a sliver of the impact and tone of the word 'howl'. A howl is something raw and primal, a hoarse, furious refrain. A wail is like a fucking baby that needs a nap or something.)

Something that always amused me about the Beats is that many of them are super aware that they're all self-destructive, miserable hedonists, but none of them do anything about it. All of Kerouac's self-inserts go through this weird nature detox where they swear off alcohol and become functioning human beings, but Kerouac died of liver failure in his mom's basement or some shit. The way Ginsberg describes the effects of substance use on his friends in "Howl" is graphic and objectively brutal (if I wasn't already convinced to never do drugs, that poem would've done it), but then he goes and makes street drugs out to be a religious imbibement akin to the blood and body of Christ. Hypocrisy about matters of self-care is everywhere in Beat literature when you start looking for it. Kinda wild.

Honestly, the more I think about it the more I think the best modern-day analogue for Kerouac in particular is fucking Ernest Cline. The Ready Player One guy. They're the same dude. They both have this fixation with the trappings of their youth (drugs for Kerouac, shitty arcade games for Cline), they both write books about self-insert characters obsessed with said trappings, both books portray the said characters as utterly despondent and in a downward spiral that they come out of while the authors are on that same downward spiral but show no signs of recovery. Obviously Cline hasn't died of whatever the '80s-pop-culture equivalent of cirrhosis is, but if you look at the way he completely half-assed RP2, character-assassinating Wade and Halliday in the process, and how he's reacted to criticism of his books, I think it's not an awful stretch to say that Cline is to RP1 Wade as Kerouac is to Ray Smith or whatever that guy's name was just in terms of how their characters can overcome their flaws but the men themselves just can't.

#bri rants about books #kerouac #beat generation #ernest cline

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paralellograms · 8 months

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I’m churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines

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garbagegirlblog · 4 months

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They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churnin' out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines

I say....I say Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby

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missliquorliquorlips · 4 months

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I need to be churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines

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weirdchurchgirl · 5 months

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i'm churnin out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines....

#txt

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dylanisdazed · 1 year

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they say i'm too young to love you

i don't know what i need

they think i don't understand

the freedom land of the seventies

i think i'm too cool to know ya

you say im like the ice, i freeze

i'm churnin' out novels like

beat poetry on amphetamines

they say i'm too young to love you

they say i'm too dumb to see

they judge me like a picture book

by the colors, like they forgot to read

i think we're like fire and water

i think we're like the wind and sea

you're burnin' up, i'm coolin' down

you're up, i'm down

you're blind, i see

i'm talking about my generation

talking about that newer nation

and if you don't like it, you can beat it

beat it, baby

you never liked the way i said it

if you don't get it, then forget it

'cause i don't have to fuckin' explain it

yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool

but he's not as cool as me

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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