she flies with her own wings

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die.

Taylor Swift + Quill Lyrics I categorize certain songs of mine in the Quill style if the words and phrasings are antiquated, if I was inspired to write it after reading Charlotte Brontë or after watching a movie where everyone is wearing poet shirts and corsets. If my lyrics sound like a letter written by Emily Dickinson’s great grandmother while sewing a lace curtain, that’s me writing in the Quill genre.

van gogh paintings + seven & the lakes — the idea of running away. [insp.]

those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it.

I want you right here;