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California girls we're unaccountable
California girls we're unforgivable
unintentional plagiarism of another post! hbomberguy kill their ass
california girls we're unoriginal 😔
You're from Washington.
california girls we're washingtonian
For the last time: Mary Shelley and Lord Byron were friends. She didn't hate him. His death was a very painful loss to her. She didn't write Frankenstein because she was stuck in a house with him and he was an unbearable person. For God's sake, just read her journals and letters.
Also, Mary Shelley's journal entry about his death might be one of the saddest things I've ever read:
May 15.—This then was the coming event that cast its shadow on my last night’s miserable thoughts. Byron had become one of the people of the grave—that miserable conclave to which the beings I best loved belong. I knew him in the bright days of youth, when neither care nor fear had visited me—before death had made me feel my mortality, and the earth was the scene of my hopes. Can I forget our evening visits to Diodati? our excursions on the lake, when he sang the Tyrolese Hymn, and his voice was harmonised with winds and waves. Can I forget his attentions and consolations to me during my deepest misery?—Never.
Beauty sat on his countenance and power beamed from his eye. His faults being, for the most part, weaknesses, induced one readily to pardon them.
Albé—the dear, capricious, fascinating Albé—has left this desert world! God grant I may die young! A new race is springing about me. At the age of twenty-six I am in the condition of an aged person. All my old friends are gone, I have no wish to form new. I cling to the few remaining; but they slide away, and my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world. “Life is the desert and the solitude—how populous the grave”—and that region—to the dearer and best beloved beings which it has torn from me, now adds that resplendent spirit whose departure leaves the dull earth dark as midnight.
Thank you! God, I see this all the time- people, Mary didn't hate Byron just because you want her to have! In fact, she was probably one of the very few people he was ever a good person to! He is the one who made sure she got Percy's heart when Percy's girlfriend wanted to take it!
IM SO SICK OF YOU ALL
No nuance allowed. please share for a bigger sample 💕💕💕💕💕
*by eat i mean how do you prefer your cereal.
Uh Oh: The Third Person Omniscient Narrator Of Your Life Just Started Repeating The Opening Paragraphs Verbatim
slightly late to the party buuuuut happy lesbian visibility week<333
In my dreams we are always together.
i have midterms tomorrow and here i am
Happy 10 Years of Ponyo Loves! 💕 🐟
There's a new episode of Adventuring Party out now on Dropout, where the cast talks all about the wild 16th episode of Fantasy High Junior Year and - of course - *that* comment from Murph...you know the one.
since we making oj jokes post the game changer clip
why not
you deserve to be loved & talked nicely to
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY CAN'T DO THIS! IT ISNT RIGHT
I'm not letting you leave this in the tags
BLACK SAILS • X. “I am convincing the crew to allow me to remain with them. As we discussed.” “Is that what you're doing?”
badweird feelings
not to be a communist on main but these are literally the modes of alienation under capitalism that marx described
PLEASE be a communist on my posts its literally capitalism thats making me feel this way
some people say there’s a red string that connects fated lovers
psa don’t look at the notes bc there are so many people completely missing the point that these are non-romantic strings of fate and making dumb jokes about where the red string “must be” and it’s making me really angry bc we can’t even have a good artistic representation of aromanticism without people desperately grasping for a romantic interpretation somehow
And some are Ukrainians…
