The Wanlorn (
the_wanlorn) wrote2010-04-19 12:33 am
Amy Lowell, "The Taxi"
I AM SO, SO FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW. I looked at the clock at 11 and was like "Okay, I need to make a post soon so I don't forget" AND THEN I GOT WRAPPED UP IN WRITING FIC AND DID FORGET AND NOW I'VE MESSED UP MY PERFECT APRIL OF POSTING EVERY SINGLE DAY.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
Fic you had better turn out absofuckinglutely amazingly to make up for this and fandom better fucking worship you or I will TOS this planet.
jfc after spending most of the day shaking with anxiety for no fucking reason this is not how I wanted to end it. >:( WHERE IS MY REWARD FOR DEALING WITH IT AND NOT FALLING TO PIECES, WORLD? FYI, "REMEMBERING TO MAKE A POST" WOULD HAVE BEEN A FINE REWARD. >>>>>>:(
I'm going to eat a cadbury egg and go to bed.
The Taxi
by Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
Fic you had better turn out absofuckinglutely amazingly to make up for this and fandom better fucking worship you or I will TOS this planet.
jfc after spending most of the day shaking with anxiety for no fucking reason this is not how I wanted to end it. >:( WHERE IS MY REWARD FOR DEALING WITH IT AND NOT FALLING TO PIECES, WORLD? FYI, "REMEMBERING TO MAKE A POST" WOULD HAVE BEEN A FINE REWARD. >>>>>>:(
I'm going to eat a cadbury egg and go to bed.
The Taxi
by Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

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