#chaotic poets

[gremlinoverlord]

Conversations I imagine the poets having

(mainly charlie being a menace)

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Charlie: We need a diversion. I say Knox gets naked.

Neil: No.

Charlie: I could get naked.

The poets: NO!!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cameron: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Charlie:

Charlie: I'm gonna tell him.

Neil: Don't you dare.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Charlie: sapnu puaS.

Pitts: What??

Meeks: What language is that.

Charlie: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Charlie was removed from the groupchat*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

*at 3am*

Charlie: *runs into todd’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!

Todd: *wakes up* Dude!

Charlie: *cackles*

Neil: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind todd* What the fuck, charlie?

Charlie: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pitts, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Charlie: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Charlie: Here you go.

Pitts:

Charlie:

Cameron: Why am I here?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Knox: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Todd: I really care about your feelings!

Neil: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Knox, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Meeks: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Pitts: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cameron, about Pitts and meeks: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Meeks: Excuse me, Cameron?

Neil: What he's saying is you both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Pitts: ...

Knox: I ship it!

Charlie: HOW CAN YOU NOT?

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

[deadpoet-skull]

from The New York Times

[wedarkacademia]

Andrea Gibson

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[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[epiph-annie]

find me where the wild things are

[whimsifae]

[skylark-234]

[unleashed-imagination]

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[mahoganyamore]

in cold blood

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath

[poetic--elixir]

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

[bluryyyblu]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

From Two poems by Mahmoud Darwish

[wedarkacademia]

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

[academia-lucifer]

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

— John Green.