i am a poet.

me ( @shonian ) & anna ( @planetarily-excused ) are really thankful for all of you !! im not kidding for the last like 2 weeks shes been like lmao do we have 1k yet AND WE FINALLY DO !!!! also its been almost are year of having this acc (we made it on the 27th of august 2016), and im really happy that we managed to get 1k. we’ll keep posting about kill your darlings– (tbh just remembered i once said i’d reblog vintage things but i forgot and like deleted tumblr lmao.) BUT ANYWAY POINT IS I LOVE YALL AND I’LL MAKE AN EDIT IN HONOUR OF 1K SOON !!! + i’ll make anna post one too for our 1 year anniversary. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU GUYS !! WE’LL KEEP POSTING IF YOU GUYS STAY ACTIVE <3 also pls send us asks our blog just looks dry. -josh

our links !! : JOSH [i deleted these in post several years later]

“They become part of who you are... or they destroy you.”

-Allen Ginsberg, Lucien Carr

  ❝ Be careful. You are not in wonderland I have heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. But you are fortunate. In your ignorance In your isolation, you who have suffered Find where love hides. Give. Share. Lose. Lest we die unbloomed.❞  

-Allen Ginsberg

“I love first times. I want my whole life to be composed of them. Life is only interesting if life is wide.”

-Lucien Carr

IM SUCH A SLUT FOR POETRY U DONT EVEN KNOW ANYWAY KILL YOUR DARLINGS IS LIKE THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN ITS LIKE REALLY AESTHETIC AND JUST WOW RIGHT according to anna (other admin) she cried watching a santa movie lmfao but she didnt cry during kyd and it was like ?? what ?? i didnt cry bc tbh i havent ever cried watching a movie but it was one of those movies where its like oh my god i have to cry or else i look really insensitive but anyway kyd is like drinking some coffee and then burning ur mouth and then being like wow this is actually really good coffee thats my analogy lmfao fuck this was long i just love talking abt kyd sorry lmao

“...It’s complicated.”

“Perfect. I love complicated.”

“They become part of who you are...or they destroy you.”

“ Finally. An oasis in this wasteland. “

“An endless circle. Until. Someone breaks it.”

-Lucien Carr

The taste of whiskey on a stranger’s breath. 

The boisterous laughing at a party.

Streetlights shining down into a park late at night. 

The sound of paper tearing in one fast motion. 

The petulant look a neighborhood cat gives you.

Lazy nights filled with talking and cheap liquor.

The crisp air on a winter’s morning. 

The rush of adrenaline when doing something exciting and dangerous. 

❝ It’s Rimbaud. It’s overwritten, I know. He’s allowed.❞