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you could pull the stars apart and still be gentle in the morning
Cut - Yves Olade
trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing
I just stumbled across an E. A. Poe poem I wasn’t familiar with. It’s titled The Sleeper???? As in Wake’s river bubble pseudonym. I would be willing to write it off as a coincidence if it wasn't for Alecto also having a Poe poem as an alias in Annabel Lee. And let me tell you, this poem is fascinating if you read in a tlt context with the presupposition that Tamsyn is unhinged enough to weave allusions to external media into her works as a form of foreshadowing. (spoiler: I am fairly certain she is)
Some highlights of The Sleeper include:
“I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,”
Which reminds me an awful lot of a certain ninth prayer: “I pray that which was buried remains buried, insensate, in perpetual rest with closed eye and stilled brain.”
“Looking like Lethe, see! the lake”
A reference to a river in Hades
“For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals- “
A description of a tomb being opened
“Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone- “
A description of someone throwing stones against the door of a mausoleum - which to me feels really reminiscent of Wake futilely “throwing” baby gideon against the door of the tomb
Followed by:
“It was the dead who groaned within.” (within the tomb)
Which could refer to Alecto, but I actually lean toward Anastasia
Anyway, I made this post to beg you to go read “The Sleeper” and tell me what you think its implications might be because I am going a little crazy over here.
turning shitty men into lesbians is my full time job
Trying to test out styles for them in case I draw mini comics/doodles, feeling pretty satisfied with this 🫶
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Thorny Boys - OP style
BRIDGERTON | Season 3, Episode 7, “Joining of Hands”