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deadpoet-skull · a day ago
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"let the kid inside of you come out" no man i was a gifted kid. you dont want my kid to come out trust me.
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elegantaesthete · a day ago
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— imagine gazing some serene autumn feels in October. Having a warm hug from your pillow and snuggling into a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, where reading becomes easier, ideas start to flow, imagination runs wild. All the beautiful leaves twirling around. And it finally feels like home 🪐🤎
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lolshrej · 2 months ago
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I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.
-André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name.
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dark-aesthetic-jo · 4 months ago
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"I just feel like women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for... But I'm so lonely!"
- Jo March, Little Women
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auraflora · 2 months ago
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I feel like my entire personality is just a drawing of a sad person sipping tea, watching rain through the window.
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uglybeautifulthings · a year ago
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You get caught in the rain and seek shelter in a gothic mansion
The master of the house is suspiciously quiet, and offers you a place to dry off by the fire, and a cup of tea, which he makes himself. There are no staff, which seems odd for such a fancy house.
The tea has an unfamiliar aftertaste, odd but captivating.
You are shown to a large bedroom where branches tap on the window panes and heavy blankets cover the four poster bed. The mirrors are covered and the air smells of cinnamon.
As the night wears on and your candle begins to burn low, you find yourself distracted by the large worn chest at the foot of your bed. Inside it you find letters, written in a beautiful script and signed by someone named Rose. The letters recount a tragic romance by the seaside, with details of passionate confessions and scandalous meetings.
You awake the next morning to an empty house. The fires have gone cold, and cobwebs grow in the corners. The whole place seems to have lost the glittering magic it held last night.
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Charlie Boy
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Y/N's POV
All my life I hade been attracted to literature, especially classics. But never, never, has a book made me cry that much in life. A few days after the task I met up with Regulus for our rounds and there he gave me a book to read called Pride and Prejudice. I had heard a lot about it but never got the chance to read it, until now.
While starting the book I thought this would be like any other romance novel. The girl and guy meet, they talk, they fall in love and get married. But boy was I wrong. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this book would bring such an impact on me. The whole story of Mr. Darcy and Lizzy's love has blown me away.
Wanting to share this excitement I was feeling I quickly picked up a peace of paper and scribbled down :
Meet me at the astronomy tower at 12. Don't be late.
Getting out of my room and walking up to the owlry I felt an emotion unmatched. Never in my life had a book made me fell this way. As I made my way up the stares, with my head up in outer space, I had bumped into something or rather someone.
'Oh my" I started while picking up the books of the other person which had fallen from their hand. "I am so so sorry."
"It's alright." They said while leaning down to pick up my letter. "I think this belong to you."
"And this to you." I replied handing him his books and taking my letter. "You've got quite good taste in books. The Mill on the Floss, amazing."
"My friend suggested this to me." He said putting his hand out "Charlie Dalton."
"Y/N Potter, and your friends taste in books is impeccable."
Before he could say anything there was a noise coming from behind him. Looking over his shoulder I saw a group od boys all shouting and laughing.
"Yo Charlie boy, where you at?" Said one of them but stopped in his tracks once he noticed me.
"Hi." I said with a small wave.
"Guys this is Y/N Potter, Y/N the lads." Said Charlie introducing us.
"Hi, Y/N. Neil Perry." Said one of the guys with brown hair and a smile on his face coming up front to shake my hand. "It was quite amazing what you did in the task."
"My burned leg and I thank you." I said chuckling, making him and the laugh as well.
"I'm Knox." Said one of them waving at me. "Knox Overstreet."
"Cameron." Said another one with flat red hair.
"Todd Anderson." Added the dirty blond from the back of the group with a small voice.
"Pitts." Said the unusually tall one. "Meeks." Said the one next to him.
"Oo, those are two unfortunate names."
"We know." They replied with big smiles.
"Well this was quite nice, but I have got to do something."
"Oh yes, we wouldn't want to keep you." Said Charlie.
"It was nice to meet you all."
"You to Y/N." Replied Neil with a smile and with that I was in the owlry with Wilde, giving her the letter to give to Regulus. The whole group was very interesting, especially Charlie. Oh this year keeps getting interesting day by day.
(A/N) Finally a chapter!!! I know that this one is very short but this is all my mind could muster. I added a little spice in this one by bringing my favorite white boys in, The Poets. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for liking my story.
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deadpoet-skull · 18 hours ago
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achilles is my spirit guide, half-god and still panicked and runned away when his crush kissed him
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muresetivoire · 22 days ago
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When Oscar Wilde said, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," and, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all," and, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
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elegantaesthete · 2 months ago
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paintings.
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' I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process '
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— Vincent Van Gogh
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apothecaryliterraire · a month ago
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This scene is a cinematographic masterpiece. Neil's laugh in this scene and in the very next,his tears and sheer pain.OH GOD. It's just perfect. "I'm trapped". And Neil's whole role in the movie,his laugh ahh I miss his laugh,so contagious,that lightens up everything. I'm in love. Just totally in love. With this character,this actor,this book,this movie.
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auraflora · a month ago
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Let’s talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason, how hard is it to explain to someone that you have a heavy feeling in your chest for no reason.
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dark-aesthetic-jo · 3 months ago
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“The world is hard on ambitious girls.” 
Amy March, Little Women
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