yea sure i know the pet shops boys. there’s the swag one and the cunty one
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im a romantic but the plot twist is that im unlovable
Pale beneath the blaze Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch'd Some broad and sunny leaf, and lov'd to see The shadow of the leaf and stem above Dappling its sunshine! And that walnut-tree Was richly ting'd, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge (This lime tree bower my prison)
idk what the general consensus is on carl barats ideal hair length but to ME every time he cuts his hair an angel loses its wings
The fall of the house of usher (Edgar Allen Poe)
This is for sure my favourite quote from my favourite Poe story, it always sends shivers down my spine.
Made by me <3
Reading Times, Pennsylvania, October 14, 1926
Real talk, as a teacher in England I can confirm that the British government does everything and anything to avoid teaching the true extent of colonial history to English kids.
You ask a modern English teenager about Northern Ireland and they probably can’t tell you about fucking anything currently going on there bar ‘I think we weren’t nice to them’, and that’s the country next fucking door so you know they don’t know shit about India or the Middle East.
The English government PURPOSEFULLY does not teach English children the real in’s and out’s of the British Empire despite a recent call to ‘widen the breadth of our curriculum’ because then where would our football hooligans who defend statues come from?
Have a good conversation with any bald headed English bloke wearing an England football shirt with an EDL tattoo and test his knowledge of the Empire he loves so much. 100 quid he knows fuck all beyond ‘we civilized those people!’
And this is why no one fucking likes us, because there’s no active effort to teach our younger generations why we were wrong or how to make things better, but there’s a clear educational agenda to shield young English children from any extensive criticism of England.
Youll never fumigate the demons no matter how much you smoke just say you love me for three good reasons and ill throw u the rope (you dont need it) because you are the survivor of more than one life and youre the only lover I had who ever slept with a knife but youre not judy garland oh just like me youve never really had a home of your own and im not tony hancock baby until the dawn well stone the crows and you see ive brought you flowers ive brought you flowers all collected from the old vic stage and ive been sitting here for hours baby just chasing these words across the page YOURE MY WATERLOO ILL BE UR GYPSY LANE AND IM SO GLAD WE KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO AND EXACTLY WHO TO BLAME.
O to receive an anonymous love letter on perfumed paper, filled with romantic declarations and scraps of poetry