Creeping Woman
no yellow wallpaper in sight, so it's fine, right?
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...it's fine, right?
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hey sorry i put ur girlfriend in a room w yellow wallpaper. yeah it infects everything it touches. at least shes not alone in there!! theres some figures creeping behind the walls…..hm ok she IS going mad and tearing up the wallpaper. sorry
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The Yellow Wallpaper (The Yellow Wallpaper)
"The whole story could be a statement. The protagonist is brought to stay in the room in attempt to treat a condition that her doctor husband refuses to acknowledge because it’s not physical. (perhaps postpartum depression) She is isolated from everyone and banned from doing anything fun or interesting because these things would tax her. Over the course of the story she becomes disgusted, obsessed with, possessive of, and finally convinced that she has been trapped behind the wallpaper and finally escaped. She spends her time studying the patterns trying to make sense of them and becomes convinced they’re moving. She experiences lost time and attributes her own actions to another woman. She experiences insomnia and eventually seems only to sleep during the day. The whole time she tries to reach out for help and is told that she’s getting better and is denied when she asks to leave the room. So many spiral signatures are featured, that i would not be surprised if this story inspired the tma writers."
Hastur (The King in Yellow)
"The actual prototype and inspiration for the "Lovecraftian" concept of maddening knowledge. Variously a person, a book, a stage play, a symbol and a place, he is the titular King in Yellow (Or is he?), with the name being ascribed later. Even in the original 1895 stories, characters who read about him become obsessed, every one of them becoming an unreliable narrator from that point onwards…Or do they? Were they already mad and reading of the King was only a sign?"
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Our boy is back in Dortmund 💛🖤
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August 10th 1899 (the third one)
My body aches. But alas London is saved and healing, when everything is said and done i can finally get some well deserved rest.
I have finally got an invitation for theat red and gold gala everyone is talking about, maybe i can finally enjoy some of high society’s delicacies.
August 11th 1899 (the third one)
I hate the manager.
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