If anyone ever accuses you of doing something “for attention,” simply gaze heroically into the middle distance and murmur, “like Lord Byron before me.”
Okay i know this post is a joke but there’s a line in Georgette Heyer’s Arabella where the hero, Mr. Beaumaris, is denigrating some foppish fashion like goth poetry or something, and he murmurs wryly, “the regrettable influence of Lord Byron on society.” And for some reason this sick burn has stuck in my head ever since I read it in 8th grade, with the result that “the regrettable influence of Lord Byron on society” is not only a thing I have had characters say, but A THING I HAVE ACTUALLY SAID OUT LOUD NUMEROUS TIMES IN MY LIFE, doubtless to the confusion of everyone around me, but it’s amazing and I’m never going to stop. Also it is so hilariously fitting that this is my first Tumblr post of 2018.


