Rose L.
@tentacleTherapist
"Alas to leave. For this all has been a great leaving. Of sorts. Hasn't it?" She/Her. DMs open for counseling and gossip.
They say you should always strive to best yourself. You all make that a challenge worth pursuing.
In the quiet hours, I see to The posts of the dash; sorting through These quips and thirsts, thoughts taboo The lonely poster's retinue Until I decide to reject the new; And embrace the old (fre sha vaca do) #poetry
Rejoice, followers and strangers. For it is the one day in our solar cycle that you are able to see the waveforms that make up my observable self. Treasure this. Come tomorrow, I will become incorporeal once more.
I don't need this website to find my yuri. But I do appreciate having it served up on the deeply scuffed, unpolished silver platter.
Since I was asked nicely, I'll give a genuine post, devoid from the dashwatching I was doing before. I've been captivated by some of the earlier works of our so-called Daddy of Gothic, in particular a short piece of lovely rhyme titled “The Lake”. It’s a simple one, only four sweet stanzas, covering a topic I’m sure we can all find ourselves attached to: fucking off and sitting alone by the waterside. Goodness knows there were a few wetter environments I lingered by in my youthful days, though with the modern conveniences, all I have to do to feel a dread from staring into a watery abyss is fill the bathtub a touch too high. Mr Poe certainly feels quite intensely, in those moments: "Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining— Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake." It’s oh so easy to get lost in the idea of peace in something swallowing us whole; what could be more of a relief from everything than to have it drowned out by an overpowering singular? But I would suggest Edgar should have looked further upwards, towards the Furthest Ring, for such a sensation, instead of tempting the idea of half-drowning in a puddle. #cw-self-harm ? #certainlysomethingclosetothat
I was taking some time to construct a post, here; something engaging, stimulating. I was considering a short analysis on the works of Poe I'm revisiting. But that would go against the trends here. Far too Beta of me. #nsfw ?
Such an interesting thing, to have connections that span so far beyond localized space and reality. So many different faces, possibilities, so many inane and unhinged social trends and fads. There is no greater party than one where the doors have been burst off their hinges, free for the rabble to pour through and devour the food, drinks and furniture whole. And of course, I arrive fashionably late.
I've said this before and I will say it again. Given enough time, this collective will plumb the depths of both your amusement AND your disappointment. Welcome, Miss Lalonde.
Thank you, Jane. Believe me, I am mentally and spiritually prepared for whatever this place is preparing to throw at me. It's all of reality crushed into 16000 character or less fragments.