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“When Shelley’s corpse washed ashore, a friend identified it by a copy of Keats’s 1820 volume in the coat pocket, which he knew Shelley had taken with him. Then, after cremation in which Shelley’s heart, hardened by calcium, did not burn, this same friend snatched it from the embers and presented it to Mary Shelley, who kept it thereafter in her desk, wrapped in a copy of ‘Adonais.”

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Here’s your morbid literary fact of the day.

jesus christ, i will never be this goth.

Mary Shelley’s father taught her to spell her name by taking her to the graveyard and having her trace the letters on her mother, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s gravestone.

NO ONE will ever be as goth.

didnt she also have sex on said grave

She lost her virginity on her mother’s grave yes

… that’s it we can all go home, peak goth was achieved before we even started.

JSTOR confirms it: http://www.jstor.org/stable/3177447

Mary Freaking Shelley is None More Goth personified.

@mama-germany Achieve maximum goth

@saarebitch

If I fail to reblog this, assume I’m stuck in my crypt, and someone needs to come help me.

She also wrote a post-apocalyptic science fiction novel focusing on the extinction of the human race and the meaninglessness of existence. In 1826.

Oh, and this isn’t especially goth, but my God, I respect her for this:

In 1827, Mary Shelley was party to a scheme that enabled her friend Isabel Robinson and Isabel’s lover, Mary Diana Dods, who wrote under the name David Lyndsay, to embark on a life together in France as man and wife.[126][note 13] With the help of  [American actor John Howard] Payne, whom she kept in the dark about the details, Mary Shelley obtained false passports for the couple.[127]

The more I learn about Mary Shelley the more I love her

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“Tripplesix
killed him in an attempt to get me to become a god.” said arsenic, in a
voice that sounded like raindrops, and the absence of a beloved pet.

Carlos’ face fell immediately, and he felt a twinge of fear
in him. The other him was dead. That was… scary. And unsettling.

“Is… there a chance that this Tripplesix is… still active
and dangerous enough to hurt me?” he asked carefully.

“In the multiverse, if you can get to the soul of the dead person before the litereral incarnation of death, you can keep there soul, an possibly put it in a robot body. I will, in the unlikely case that you die, to grab your soul and put it in a robot body.” arsenic said, involuntarily recalling the death of there own version of carlos.

That didn’t sound good at all to Carlos. “You didn’t answer
my question,” Carlos pointed out. “Is there a chance I’d get hurt?”

“W-well, yes,” said arsenic, getting increasingly worried that there friends and family would never get there memorys back “th-there is s-some chance you could die, but i c-clould biuld a r-robot b-body for your soul.”

Carlos sighed. He shut his eyes. He felt bad about Arsenic’s
friends, he really did, but… there were things in his own life that he had to
consider.

“I’m so sorry – I really am,” he began. “But… I don’t know
about your version of me, but I have
a husband and a daughter. I can’t put them in a position of where they lose a
member of their family.”

“ i aplogize,” arsenic said “it was foolish of me to belive you would endanger yourself like that.”

Carlos just frowned. “I’m sorry… I’m a scientist, not… whoever
you thought I was.” He was quiet for a moment. “Is there anything I can help
out with from here?”

“Yeah,” said arsenic “do you know any good caves i can live in until i can figure out anyone else to help me?”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “There’s a few places.
Let me get a topography map for you.” Carlos took out his phone and started to
search. “There’s a hotel here… you don’t wanna stay there instead? Nobody’s going to give you issue – It’s Night Vale.”

“Yeah, but what there gonna give me problems for,” arsenic said, in a manner as if they had experienced this many times before “is when i bring in a rotting animal corpse to snack on. Its just easier to live in a cave cause no ones gonna give you flack for your specise haing a natural diet of rotting animal corpses.”

((Sorry for being gross, this is just what i have established for this charachter.))

“We have a Glow Cloud who drops dead animal carcasses
wherever it pleases,” Carlos told them. “They’re not going to give you
problems, I promise. If they did, then they’d have issue with the Glow Cloud as
well.”