August142014
8PM
tfw you find your ex-boyfriend at a party and want to say hi but he’s busy making fun of you
I really like long haired post-portrait Dorian I can’t justify its ability to happen but I can explain how it’s symbolic so it all evens out

tfw you find your ex-boyfriend at a party and want to say hi but he’s busy making fun of you

I really like long haired post-portrait Dorian I can’t justify its ability to happen but I can explain how it’s symbolic so it all evens out

3AM

sootonthecarpet:

henry clerval for kindest childhood friend award

i’m so sorry about the moustache I don’t think they were a thing in the 1700s but I have a hard time imagining him without it idk

3AM
sootonthecarpet:

robert walton for ‘best friend you’re ever going to meet in the arctic’ award
ETA: robert walton for ‘shitty right arm that i forgot to finish drawing but this is a good picture of the drawing so I’m not gonna bother fixing that’ award

sootonthecarpet:

robert walton for ‘best friend you’re ever going to meet in the arctic’ award

ETA: robert walton for ‘shitty right arm that i forgot to finish drawing but this is a good picture of the drawing so I’m not gonna bother fixing that’ award

3AM
sootonthecarpet:

the last two times I’ve drawn Robert he’s been way too small compared to Victor
this is a crime
victor is a lil tiny babe

sootonthecarpet:

the last two times I’ve drawn Robert he’s been way too small compared to Victor

this is a crime

victor is a lil tiny babe

3AM
sootonthecarpet:

I love how uncomfortable he looked in his new suit

sootonthecarpet:

I love how uncomfortable he looked in his new suit

August122014
sootonthecarpet:

lil robert and victor on some notes from science class

sootonthecarpet:

lil robert and victor on some notes from science class

August112014

Uhhh more poetry

A music I can hardly hear

Falls to my ears from some strange place

Is it the house just next to mine

Or is it from that source of song

Which plays for those who give it back

For those with talents far beyond

What any child dreams until

We hear them and are stricken dumb

And weep for fear these sounds will stop

That source of song that artists know

Were it a river, I a weed

I sap its dregs to give me life

But never can I swim in it

(Unless a flood sweeps up my roots

The song dilutes, and then I drown)

This music that I cannot hear

Burns through my veins, a wish, a thought

A started sentence stopped too soon,

Untimely death, my pointless heart.

Lo! Thoughts that I myself have thought

Another voice so sweetly sings.

. .. ... .... ..... poetry 

10PM

(some poetry)

My world is bounded by two things, one is a door and one a screen

And past the door the hallway goes, and past the screen, the world sings.

The door is white, the screen is sheer, and through the doorway nothing comes

but I, or other hearts more suited to this world.

.

The window, not a passage, is guarded by the screen

And glass obscures the screen but I, not liking it, must always push it up

It muffles air and thought, I cannot breathe.

My screen is not an exit—much too low.

.

The landlord’s son lives in the cottage just behind the house.

It is my view, it and its sprawled-out untended poorly-hacked garden

which is too good for figs or roses

so daisies must suffice.

. .. ... .... ..... poetry 

August102014
if there’s one thing I’m good for it’s generic ephebes with nice hair

if there’s one thing I’m good for it’s generic ephebes with nice hair

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