
Previous entries in the series can be found here. Most recently: Texts From Emma.
uuuuuuugghhhh my life
what is it?
what’s wrong?
uuuuuuuugh
is there something specific that’s the matter?
or anything I can do to help?
uuuugh
my liiiiife
do you want me to come over?
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughghghghhhhh
oh my god
what
this guy
this publisher guy
is asking me about my favorite canto in Child Harolde
that’s like asking someone to pick who’s hotter
his half-sister or his cousins
it’s literally impossible
hey
do you think we could just stay in tonight maybe
i’m so wiped out from last night
we could just stay in
get in our jammies and not see anyone
maybe build a fire
oh wow
really?
hahaha i’m kidding
there’s already a sex pigeon in your room
i’m coming over in five minutes
oh
btw
do you have that cream from before
the anti chafing cream
we’re going to need a lot of it
to prevent chafing
oh okay
choirboys chafe easy imho
uuuuuuuughhh
nothing’s any good
what’s the matter
EVERYTHING
do you realize i’m never going to be able to have sex with the rain
i didn’t know you wanted to have sex with the rain
of course i want to have sex with the rain
how can you even say that
i feel like you don’t even know me
maybe
you should focus
on all the things that you can have sex with
yeah
maybe
i just want to live
right
i want to have a threesome with the moon and jealousy
right yeah
and i want to do it with the rain but i can’t
uuuuuuuughhhh
i should just go die in Greece
what?
nothing
I wrote a poem today
do you want to hear it
okay
Near this Spot
are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
if inscribed over human Ashes,
is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a DOG,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
hey totally unrelated
do you remember how many children i have?
i’m trying to do a tax thing right now
and i have nooooo idea haha
like
it’s for sure SOME
no sorry
fuck
i gotta write some letters
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhh
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Owl Queen 124p · 594 weeks ago
I am pretty sure I got texts like this from one of them.
Es_Petal 120p · 594 weeks ago
Ophelia · 594 weeks ago
FionaChatwin 96p · 594 weeks ago
Es_Petal 120p · 594 weeks ago
icebergmama 113p · 594 weeks ago
there’s already a sex pigeon in your room
i’m coming over in five minutes
Oh Byron, you so crazy.
anachronistique 115p · 594 weeks ago
scriblerus3 86p · 594 weeks ago
drladybusiness 117p · 594 weeks ago
Bittersweet · 594 weeks ago
aquamarinaveen 115p · 594 weeks ago
It's not easy
zizzivivizz 103p · 594 weeks ago
Passing_Strange 101p · 594 weeks ago
Same.
meanchelled 134p · 594 weeks ago
Spinozagal 70p · 594 weeks ago
"sex chafing" tag how apropos.
hurdyburdy 150p · 594 weeks ago
BellaG · 594 weeks ago
Doctor Jay · 594 weeks ago
elesmi 106p · 594 weeks ago
msjinxie 106p · 594 weeks ago
scopypdx 102p · 594 weeks ago
I've always said my son is very lucky I didn't go on and name him Ada anyway.
Steph 99p · 594 weeks ago
Also, AGREED.
Spinozagal 70p · 594 weeks ago
Tilda & Ada forever!!!!!!!!
Rosie 86p · 594 weeks ago
Spinozagal 70p · 594 weeks ago
brigidkeely 112p · 594 weeks ago
Kate Beaton did a comic about Ada and her mamma.
dakimel 122p · 594 weeks ago
thejcar 126p · 594 weeks ago
his half-sister or his cousins
it’s literally impossible
AHAHAHA, laughing forever.
boothjacobs 111p · 594 weeks ago
Ophelia · 594 weeks ago
MalloryOrtberg 121p · 594 weeks ago
causedbycomma · 594 weeks ago
lyetteann 112p · 594 weeks ago
...and then I died.
mbculver 114p · 594 weeks ago
Kitty · 537 weeks ago
Katherine · 594 weeks ago
Byron: so uh yeah I totally hit that
Augusta: what.
Byron: don't scold me
Augusta: ...
Byron: but she threw herself at me! I tried but I couldn't help it! I had no choice! what was I supposed to do??? WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN AN 18-YEAR-OLD GIRL COMES PRANCING TO YOU AT ALL HOURS.
Augusta: ...
Byron: whatever that's all there is to know, it's over
Byron: oh p.s. i forgot to tell you there's gonna be a baby byron now, I kind of knocked that chick up, can you raise the kid
Augusta: why are you texting me this
Byron: what?
Augusta: I just feel like maybe this is too heavy for a P.S.???
Byron: whatever
Augusta: ...
Byron: yeah so she's coming to england, don't tell mary, k thanks bye
* in the sense that all of these are real letters that went down more or less EXACTLY LIKE THIS and I'm not even touching the incestual stuff
Leigh · 594 weeks ago
"hey totally unrelated
do you remember how many children i have?"
*snort*
Megano! 114p · 594 weeks ago
CordeliaFitz 121p · 594 weeks ago
rkfire 117p · 594 weeks ago
Megano! 114p · 594 weeks ago
katherine · 594 weeks ago
youmisheardme 115p · 594 weeks ago
i’m trying to do a tax thing right now
and i have nooooo idea haha
like
it’s for sure SOME
I AM LITERALLY FIGURATIVELY DYING. poor ada lovelace.
mollpants 98p · 594 weeks ago
nicole_fcd · 594 weeks ago
also I am imagining Shelley as the other half of the conversation here. not that he'd be much better at keeping track of how many kids Byron had, but... well he'd at least reply to the texts.
gosh I love the Romantics....
Hobbbes 118p · 594 weeks ago
lili · 594 weeks ago
Dorothy Parker · 594 weeks ago
Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron
Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.
Jane · 594 weeks ago
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