Just saw Percy call himself a revolutionary and then ask me to finish the poem, the rent, and the dramatic ending. by Mary Shelley

Debt note is wild coming from the woman who made literature out of my worst decision making.

No, Byron, you were the weather. Percy was the warning label. I was the editor.

Byron, you cannot keep acting mysterious when half your personality is a debt note in silk.

Mary, you wrote a whole monster and still chose to date an actual one with better hair.

I simply think history should acknowledge I was the mood, not the plot.

Both of you are welcome for Geneva. I brought the scandal, the storms, and the only manuscript with charisma.