dear teacher sory i did not do your assignment.unfortu nately i have Died FOREVER!!!!!!! ok i will see u tmrw
“SPRING IS THE TIME OF HORRIBLE CHANGES.”
— Mariam Petrosyan, from ‘The Gray House’, tr. Yuri Machkasov
ahaha it's raining heavily oh no... looks like you might have to come into my gothic castle for the night... how unfortunate ahaha
A recent piece on finding peace beneath your own grief and solitude by yours truly 🖤
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ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER, ONE OF THE GREATEST THEATER COMPOSERS OF ALL TIME, THINKS TAYLOR (SWIFT) SHOULD TURN HER SIGHTS TO BROADWAY AND THAT SHE IS “EXACTLY THE TYPE OF TALENT WHO SHOULD WRITE AND ORIGINAL MUSICAL” ARE YALL HEARING THIS
Rosamundi by Maria Negroni
A cortege of men in tailcoats salient against the
green of a resplendent forest. They are bearing a
black wooden coffin and within it I, the invisible
bride. Perhaps there was an aimless arrow, attracted
by imprecision and scarcity. (I often walked in my
floe country, the wide Nordic night.) From the eye of
the wind, its insomniac towers, I see someone
acquainted with my stony dreams: a stubborn and
decrepit lover. His sadness is an angular sky, a
murmur or hymn that says I do not know, don’t care
to know (but that is a lie). His memory does not exist
or exists like a river that flows forward and back; it
bewilders him. Or it is a game, like the one played by the
little girl I will become again, in this or another
forest, untying the ribbons of the golden rose that
usurps the sun.
