At some point in my mind, Shelley merged with my vision of my ex-boyfriend and like, Jim Morrison. It's disconcerting sometimes. Like I know him. Then I remember, no, wait.... anyway, so yes, he'd do peyote if he could. And join a prog rock band. *headdesk* No, I mean I'm sure he wouldn't... it's tragic how limited their selection of drugs was in those days. Poor Coleridge, I'm pretty sure no one writes hot epics about him. I just have this conviction he could not have even clean-shaven or entirely hygienic (frequently bathed).
YES. Indeed that is hot. I was feeling bad for a second 'cause in real life musicians and poets don't like, hang out all day and do art critiques and shag like bunnies, but then I realized this is why we have fiction. :) I totally think they were all like, secretly earnest. This is totally true of Byron. In fact, his whole angst seems to be this one big exercise of suppressing his desperate desire to be earnest. Which is to say, I'm pretty sure Oscar Wilde was more badass than him. Hahaha talk about hot pairings, though. Wow. 'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty'! Grapes! Well, maybe he took breaks and tried to rouse Byron from his stupor. Which seems to be the problem with being constantly high (but what do I know).
HAHAH Oh man. White dressing gown. <3<3. Shoulder-length hair. Making up poetry on the fly. Feeling peevish if Byron was too out of it to properly appreciate. They should go on a road-trip, but it's hard with only carriages. But still, manly bonding time, aww. I think if they didn't do anything improper it would just be so cute (especially if they just napped and talked about poetry and had silent boat trips together). ...Maybe if they were twelve. I am a bad person.
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YES. Indeed that is hot. I was feeling bad for a second 'cause in real life musicians and poets don't like, hang out all day and do art critiques and shag like bunnies, but then I realized this is why we have fiction. :) I totally think they were all like, secretly earnest. This is totally true of Byron. In fact, his whole angst seems to be this one big exercise of suppressing his desperate desire to be earnest. Which is to say, I'm pretty sure Oscar Wilde was more badass than him. Hahaha talk about hot pairings, though. Wow. 'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty'! Grapes! Well, maybe he took breaks and tried to rouse Byron from his stupor. Which seems to be the problem with being constantly high (but what do I know).
HAHAH Oh man. White dressing gown. <3<3. Shoulder-length hair. Making up poetry on the fly. Feeling peevish if Byron was too out of it to properly appreciate. They should go on a road-trip, but it's hard with only carriages. But still, manly bonding time, aww. I think if they didn't do anything improper it would just be so cute (especially if they just napped and talked about poetry and had silent boat trips together). ...Maybe if they were twelve. I am a bad person.