Okay Now Say That Again But In English

The Forest

This time of year, my room smells of the forest

The basil and mint that grows there

Crammed into the bark of the trees 

Further down there's dirt and other things.

The purple plants that the bees love

Whenever I slept I smelt the forest 

Even when I hardly slept 

Or maybe thats what sleep smells like

Basil and mint.

Maybe, too that's what it looks like -- 

Serene like the closely packed trees

Webbed with sweet smelling flowers 

Glittering with morning dew

It was nice, to go down there, 

Waiting for the sun to set

Cast its pale glow before bathing us 

In shining darkness

As we looked up

Our eyes went as far as they could 

Then the rest we imagined 

If we missed a day, there was always the next

And if we missed a year it didn't matter,

The forest stayed firmly put 

Waiting 

The basil and mint grew and died and grew again

The sun kept setting 

The bees kept coming back 

The purple plants kept flowering 

The street lamp flicks off at dawn

Turns on, that's twilight.

No one looks up.

Pushing ahead.

The smell of the past is everywhere

Basil and mint lingers on clothes

The smell of too long waiting 

Between them, the trees and the sky

Filled the view, but still, we imagined.

Whatever was left was ours for a while

But soon the moon will send the seas 

And where we live will flood

Coiling around the forest floor

Paying the sky the compliment of reflection 

I went back but didn't stay

Everything I remembered was gone

Dissapeared

Into a place that doesn't exist

The one we dreamed about 

Beyond the forest. 

I had to see if the sun still shone 

Rose tinted hues

If the leaves still glistened 

With the mirage of dew

The forest is achingly terrible

After years of waiting

It tells the truth

Green in spring

And white in winter.

not a part of the crk fandom but this slaps so hard wth

I also made this a while back [like before I got tumblr] so uhhh yeah ‼️‼️

Someone shout at me to go to sleep it's almost 2am here

me: *walks into a room* *points* fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I don't know you yet, fuck y-

Don't stress too much. One day we'll forget it, remember?

Sometimes i wonder how Phillip Hamilton intended to be "like [his] father but bolder" when his father is literally ALEXANDER HAMILTON, but then i remember he arranges a threesome with two girls upon meeting them then goes and challenges a stranger to a duel (historically he was drunk when he did this and only sobered up while he was stood there about to duel him) and im like oh okay then. any bolder than good ol a.ham and you verge on being really self destructive and kinda horny.

(also not only his he his fathers son he is also clearly related to eliza cos he was like "hello mr eaker how was your show :))))))" )

Life may have exhausted me, but I haven't exhausted life yet.

i got new books!! (the goldfinch by donna tartt and farenheight 451)

As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

i love how everyone writes in full sentences in the tags and only uses them to finish the post

Burn (Laurens' version)

I saved every letter you wrote me

From the moment I read them,

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

You really were mine

Do you know what my father said

When I ripped your first letter open?

He said, "Be careful with that one, son

I don't see a point in you hoping,"

You and your words flooded my senses.

Your sentences left me defenseless

You ruined palaces with your paragraphs

You wrecked cathedrals

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me

Trying to find an explanation for every line

Each word is a sign

You really were mine

The world could just burn

Burn

They'll destroy all the letters I wrote you

They'll fool the whole world into thinking that we were just friends

A dangerous game

They have hidden our lives.

Do you know what my father said

When he found the letters in file

He said, "In all your affections,

He is making you more than just smile,"

You and your words,

No care for our legacy

Your sentences border on senseless

And I am made paranoid by every paragraph

How will they perceive you?

You, you, you

They will erase us from the narrative

Let future historians wonder,

What happened to Laurens?

When the war ended

The war never ended

I watch my heart burn

Watching it burn

The world has no right to my heart

The world cannot see in my head

They don't get to know what I said

They're burning the memories

Burning the letters

That might have exposed you

I wish you could stay in my heart

You won't leave your place in my head

I'll love you in silence instead

I'm keeping the memories of when you were mine

I hope they don't burn

So this is a rewrite of Burn from Hamilton in the perspective of John Laurens because they were gay. Idk what else to say tbh. ill post an analysis of it later if i can be bothered