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Guys I'm gonna cry, I've had this is my drafts for a whole 2 months and I need to know if this ass or not
Oh please help me all 0 of my followers
"La stupidità è un nemico più pericoloso del male.
Contro il male si può protestare, lo si può smascherare, lo si può combattere; ma contro la stupidità siamo disarmati".
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Arte di Zdzisław Beksiński
this gaze is more scary then the hole concept of nevermore itself 😭 MORELLA RUN PLEASE SHE TOUCHED THE BOW YOU’RE IN DANGER
Annabel 🤝 Montresor: using memory gaps to cover up something they did & want to take back in an attempt to preserve a relationship the way they want it
Annabel Lee is helping. She'll help me eat it too. The little red hen ate my green peppers so she ain't getting shit.
Higgledy-piggledy, many a year ago, I and a maiden named Annabel Lee
lived in an amorous interconnectedness down in a kingdom that sat by the sea.
I was a child and she was a child, but summing our love yielded more than its parts --
therefore the seraphim jealously coveted my and my Annabel's childish hearts.
This was the reason a wind from the overcast chilled her and killed her and bore her away,
carried by countrymen highborn and beautiful, into a sepulchre down by the waves.
Not so contentedly, not half as happily, up in their Heaven the angels conferred,
sent us a tempest to chill her by nighttime -- yes, that was the argument, all men averred.
Under the ocean, the antidiluvian demons, and angels in Heaven above,
never can sever my soul from the soul of my younger, more foolish, more beautiful love:
Higgledy piggledy, moonbeams and starlight, her eyes find me dreaming, my Annabel Lee,
there in her sepulchre all of a night-tide, I lie with my bride in her tomb by the sea.
in honour of the upcoming musical,
Lenore the lady ghost, and the beautiful Annabel Lee
I have really mixed feelings about Annabel Lee. On the one hand I love it; I think it's a beautiful poem and I truly adore it. On the other hand... it was written about Poe's cousin... His wife... His cousin who he married when she was thirteen... But it's genuinely a gorgeous love poem and I think the imagery is so idyllic but also tragic. But... His cousin... Who died at 24 but married him at thirteen... Ehhhh