Acta Est Fabula ~1~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]I tend not to despise many things.In fact, I would call myself extremely accepting of almost every incident that happens to pass through my life. Yes, I may be living on the edge of a village that swims in poverty; and yes, I am alone due to the fact that my parents were killed long ago in a bandit raid in our old village. Every day may be redundant and food is at times a problem, but I’m still alive. That alone is enough to make me keep my spirits high, correct? Even though there are times when the villagers can be utter ruffians and think me a witch or something equally as horrendous due to the fact that I’m good with cats and herbs.But that doesn’t make me a pessimist.At least, it didn’t until four hours ago.“I swear, I’ll rip through these ropes and use them to suffocate you all!” I screeched as I struggled against said binds, teeth grinding against each other. “How dare you treat me like a common criminal?!”“Silence,
to be a poet: part two.smile all the time;grin and bare it until it hurts more than you do. use your teeth as a mask and your lips as a cushion fordisappointment.scrawl nonsense in themargins of notebooks for classesyou're failing. then repent; study more and eat less.get a notebook withperfectly lined paper, write your namein cursive in the corner, a little messy; make this yourpoetry notebook, labeled "just for writing", and thenlet it run dry. leave it towhither in the back of yourlocker, blank-- you neverdo anything you mean to,anyway.when you fall intoshambles like you knowyou eventually will, do itquietly (refer to stanzaone). and if you fall inlove, let it destroy you. findyour crumpled notebook andrewrite your name, andgoddammitjus t write. let yourself forget whatday it is; fill the void in yourchest with overly used metaphors and drugs. smoke potand eat stars until you collapse from the high orhypoventilati
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &still chasing white rabbits,it's no wonder i've neverbeen in love.we're all mad here;no one can find the road toyesterday.(i don't knowwhere to go)let's fall down a hole.(i'm just a chrysaliswith no butterfly wings)off with my head when itcan only imagine nonsense& clockwork hearts.give me a cheshire's smile-i want to knowwhat it feels liketo be in wonderland.