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cluelessevenstar

romanticizing life

trying to make everything seem magic and beautiful because life is pointless and we are all going to die

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cluelessevenstar · 3 years

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This album feels like I went through Alice's mirror into wonderland and then got stuck there.

The Mad Hatter invites me for tea daily because he likes my creepy lullabies, the White Queen comes my cottage for my sad nostalgic poems, and the catterpillar is my therapist (we meet 3 times per week).

My state of spirit is perfectly described as dead nature paintings.

(I'm also a fan of "The Tale of The Red Queen - a life. a point of view." and Cheshire is my best friend).

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cluelessevenstar · 3 years

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So... You're feeling very woman and very deadly? Yeah, me too.

(If anyone actually listen to this, i suggest you do in this particular order first, just because they're perfect transitions.)

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cluelessevenstar · 3 years

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Look! Dead people on the internet!

(there’s more awsome comments if you want to check it out)

#classical music #tchaikovsky #beethoven #dead people on the internet #gen z humor #mozart #funny #funny history #thank you #i've been laughing for five minutes #more like a week #hahaha #somewhat #dark academia

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cluelessevenstar · 3 years

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Claude Debussy - Suite bergamasque, L.75: 3. Clair de Lune

Reminiscing our memories you look at my body. Cold on the ceremonial stone, placed in the woods, protected by the flowers given by those who would never meet me again.

Disconnected from the silent mourning of others behind you and getting closer, you once more caresses your thumb on my cheek and bend over touching foreheads with closed eyes. By doing so, you feel the essence of my being disturbed, begging to be released. And with a single drop of a tear you kiss our last kiss and whispers “goodbye, for now.”

Taking backwards steps, towards your assigned position, you watch with our loved ones as my body dissolves in a million little pieces and it is taken away. When it is gone, you don’t watch the guardian initiate the chanting, or even hear the beautiful choir singing for my safe passage.

As they cry in the pain of premature loss of a loved one, a loud cry of sadness and anger, you tilt your head upwards with a bitter smile.

Well… Yes, you are the only one who will get to be with me again, and yes, it will be forever. But wasn’t I taken too soon from this part of the journey?