THE COVE

museum of self 🔮 writing aficionado, battling the existential dread one word at a time ✨️🦇 main: @vesperfloyd

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Hello! I am Vesper, an Italian-Scottish local jester who had to rediscover writing through therapy.

I love videogames, thriller and horror books, and drawing geometrical patterns.

Here you can find snippets of my writing and lots of arts and memes.

If you want to read my Mass Effect fanfiction, find me on Ao3 as

vesperfloyd

This is a safe space for everyone. Please be mindful if you're under 18 for NSFW content 🙏

[stlamb]

[pepitajester]

The passerby

Tried out new paints

[sab3rtooth]

patterns left by woodworms on driftwood

[gentianghost]

a response from a fallen tree in the mountains

[nostalgiaforinfinity]

here be fairies 

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Entry 12.03.2026

It does suck but it's not AI at least!

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Took a walk in the woods

[pleoros]

Jifeng Zhang on Flickr

[derangedrhythms]

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from ‘The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems’

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10/03/2026

This morning I had to give my dog medication as she got spayed yesterday. She's fine and needs a daily painkiller/antiinflmmatory. It's a small needless syringe, and I immediately found myself confident with handling it.

It reminded me of the years where I would do this to my great aunt. She lived with us from my birth to her passing. That is a story for another time.

In her twilight years, she had Alzheimer, diabetes and an endless array of other conditions. She was insulin dependent, and pumps weren't a thing yet back then (we're talking 2003 to 2011)

So every day she needed 3 insulin injections. It was 2, as she would get her lunch one at the daily care home she'd spend her day at.

For a series of reasons, I would always do them. I felt proud as a teenager and it was our special moment. She always told me I was the best at them and she never felt anything. I couldn't imagine getting multiple pinpricks every single day, but she never complained. We were close. She has been one of the most positive influences in my life.

She passed away more than a decade ago, and this morning I found myself crying thinking about those small moments we had every day. I would go through the motions of them, and today I find myself missing even an insulin jag.

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