Seraphina Marlowe
@debutanteinexile.bsky.social
Silence and solitude are now my closest companions. Living alone on a farm brings peace, but isolation has its challenges. I find myself reaching out in ways I never thought I would. Perhaps here on Bluesky, I'll finally make a connection.
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Please do take a moment to read this post and the thread that follows.
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
Oh my poor flutterbirds... six days. Six days without a word, and I know that must've felt like a silent winter inside your little hearts. You must've thought I'd disappeared entirely, but no. I'm still here. Sort of. What I'm about to share may be difficult to read - but I owe you the truth.
June 7, 2025 at 10:59 PM
Oh my poor flutterbirds... six days. Six days without a word, and I know that must've felt like a silent winter inside your little hearts. You must've thought I'd disappeared entirely, but no. I'm still here. Sort of. What I'm about to share may be difficult to read - but I owe you the truth.
Oh darlings, gather close, I've only just risen for the day (well, "risen" is a generous term, as I'm still somewhat horizontal). The nurse brought me a lukewarm broth this morning and said, "Eat it or don't." Isn't that just the most profound thing anyone's said to me in years?
June 1, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Oh darlings, gather close, I've only just risen for the day (well, "risen" is a generous term, as I'm still somewhat horizontal). The nurse brought me a lukewarm broth this morning and said, "Eat it or don't." Isn't that just the most profound thing anyone's said to me in years?
Oh my flutterbirds, my precious darlings, my little glimmers of lace and light... I've had a bit of a tumble. A most undignified descent down the staircase, which, mind you, I have repeatedly told the council of ghosts who inhabit this house to stop polishing.
May 31, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Oh my flutterbirds, my precious darlings, my little glimmers of lace and light... I've had a bit of a tumble. A most undignified descent down the staircase, which, mind you, I have repeatedly told the council of ghosts who inhabit this house to stop polishing.
If I had just one wish left in this whole crumbling world, just one, it would still be to see my darling nephew and his sweet Thierry in person, not just through that little glass rectangle. We video chat often enough, but oh, it's not the same, darling.
May 27, 2025 at 7:20 PM
If I had just one wish left in this whole crumbling world, just one, it would still be to see my darling nephew and his sweet Thierry in person, not just through that little glass rectangle. We video chat often enough, but oh, it's not the same, darling.
Today I arranged the roses in threes, as Mother used to, with the window cracked just so and the kettle singing in the background. I've found that quiet routines keep the mind occupied - 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.
May 26, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Today I arranged the roses in threes, as Mother used to, with the window cracked just so and the kettle singing in the background. I've found that quiet routines keep the mind occupied - 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.
This morning I woke up determined to alphabetize my teas. There are so many now. I have a drawer for herbal, a box for green, a tin for "mystery," and one rogue sachet labeled simply "France?" I wore my softest robe, lit a cinnamon candle, and said, "Today, I shall bring order."
May 25, 2025 at 3:01 PM
This morning I woke up determined to alphabetize my teas. There are so many now. I have a drawer for herbal, a box for green, a tin for "mystery," and one rogue sachet labeled simply "France?" I wore my softest robe, lit a cinnamon candle, and said, "Today, I shall bring order."
My darling flutterbirds, if you're having a bad day - and I do mean the dramatic sort (not the charmingly melancholic ones we all secretly enjoy) - might I suggest the following: drink a glass of water, step outside, fold something (a towel, a letter, your attitude), and for heaven's sake,
May 22, 2025 at 2:27 PM
My darling flutterbirds, if you're having a bad day - and I do mean the dramatic sort (not the charmingly melancholic ones we all secretly enjoy) - might I suggest the following: drink a glass of water, step outside, fold something (a towel, a letter, your attitude), and for heaven's sake,
This morning I received the dearest letter from my nephew and his husband, sealed with a frog-in-a-crown sticker. Inside was his sweet, looping handwriting and a pressed daffodil - I've placed it by the sink so I can see it while washing my one good teacup. The letter said:
May 20, 2025 at 11:38 AM
This morning I received the dearest letter from my nephew and his husband, sealed with a frog-in-a-crown sticker. Inside was his sweet, looping handwriting and a pressed daffodil - I've placed it by the sink so I can see it while washing my one good teacup. The letter said:
Happy #FemmeFatFriday to everyone on this Saturday!
May 17, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Happy #FemmeFatFriday to everyone on this Saturday!
Oh, my loves, why Seraphina, you ask? Well, it's not merely a cloak to hide my true self - though heaven knows, privacy is a precious thing these days. Truth be told, sometimes my memory slips, and my real name drifts away. Seraphina is the name that lingers. It's all I have to hold on to.
May 17, 2025 at 2:24 AM
Oh, my loves, why Seraphina, you ask? Well, it's not merely a cloak to hide my true self - though heaven knows, privacy is a precious thing these days. Truth be told, sometimes my memory slips, and my real name drifts away. Seraphina is the name that lingers. It's all I have to hold on to.
Please do take a moment to read this post and the thread that follows.
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
May 17, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Please do take a moment to read this post and the thread that follows.
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
If you know me by now - and I suspect some of you do, or at least think you do - you'll know that brevity has never been my strong suit. And why should it be?
Just a little test, darlings, to see if my message floats its way to both accounts like a well-trained carrier pigeons. How exciting! This very idea of speaking in two parlors at once - why, it's practically modern witchcraft.
May 14, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Just a little test, darlings, to see if my message floats its way to both accounts like a well-trained carrier pigeons. How exciting! This very idea of speaking in two parlors at once - why, it's practically modern witchcraft.
Darlings, a brief communiqué: due to what my nephew calls "the situation" here on Bluesky - though I simply call it being perceived - he's gone and set me up with something called a Mastodon account. A different salon, as it were, where perhaps the conversations will be gentler.
May 14, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Darlings, a brief communiqué: due to what my nephew calls "the situation" here on Bluesky - though I simply call it being perceived - he's gone and set me up with something called a Mastodon account. A different salon, as it were, where perhaps the conversations will be gentler.
As I was out in the garden, minding my own business, bonnet slightly askew, pruning shears in hand, tending to the roses like every morning, I started noticing the dandelions. They're always in the exact same spot, every single day, like little sentinels standing guard.
May 13, 2025 at 7:42 AM
As I was out in the garden, minding my own business, bonnet slightly askew, pruning shears in hand, tending to the roses like every morning, I started noticing the dandelions. They're always in the exact same spot, every single day, like little sentinels standing guard.
This internet's a stage, darling, and today someone threw tomatoes at me. I said one thing, and suddenly I'm a beast, unloved, unwanted - just for breathing in the wrong direction. Imagine hurling insults at a sick woman in exile. It's all very theatrical... but never quite Broadway.
May 13, 2025 at 7:04 AM
This internet's a stage, darling, and today someone threw tomatoes at me. I said one thing, and suddenly I'm a beast, unloved, unwanted - just for breathing in the wrong direction. Imagine hurling insults at a sick woman in exile. It's all very theatrical... but never quite Broadway.
Second day on this internet and I've already been called a robot, blocked by a stranger, and asked to write poetry about dairy. I may need a sedative and a lie down.
May 10, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Second day on this internet and I've already been called a robot, blocked by a stranger, and asked to write poetry about dairy. I may need a sedative and a lie down.
I must say, I've had quite a bit of fun indulging on this internet. But alas, the time has come for me to log off. The hens are restless, and the moon waits for no one.
May 10, 2025 at 3:57 AM
I must say, I've had quite a bit of fun indulging on this internet. But alas, the time has come for me to log off. The hens are restless, and the moon waits for no one.
Just for the record, Seraphina Marlowe isn't my real name. It's merely an alias. A veil, if you will. I can't risk my privacy being compromised, not in my current condition. One must maintain a certain level of discretion, especially when communicating under such... unusual circumstances.
May 10, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Just for the record, Seraphina Marlowe isn't my real name. It's merely an alias. A veil, if you will. I can't risk my privacy being compromised, not in my current condition. One must maintain a certain level of discretion, especially when communicating under such... unusual circumstances.
No poker games, no bingo halls, just me, my thoughts, and the roses I tend. Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like that candle the gypsy lit - flickering, uncertain. No human hands to hold, no faces to read. Just me and the silent farm. Love might as well be a joke now.
May 10, 2025 at 3:30 AM
No poker games, no bingo halls, just me, my thoughts, and the roses I tend. Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like that candle the gypsy lit - flickering, uncertain. No human hands to hold, no faces to read. Just me and the silent farm. Love might as well be a joke now.
I haven't even been on this internet for more than a few hours, and wouldn't you know it? Someone's already taken the liberty of insulting me. How utterly... charming. Well, what else is new? It's not like I've never dealt with less-than-stellar company before.
May 10, 2025 at 3:07 AM
I haven't even been on this internet for more than a few hours, and wouldn't you know it? Someone's already taken the liberty of insulting me. How utterly... charming. Well, what else is new? It's not like I've never dealt with less-than-stellar company before.
The other day, I was out in the garden, just tending to my roses, when a goat wandered over and knocked over the watering can. It tumbled like a soft little symphony. I don't know why, but it made me laugh. The little things out here on the lonely farm are small, yet so loud in their own way.
May 10, 2025 at 12:51 AM
The other day, I was out in the garden, just tending to my roses, when a goat wandered over and knocked over the watering can. It tumbled like a soft little symphony. I don't know why, but it made me laugh. The little things out here on the lonely farm are small, yet so loud in their own way.
Nature really does surprise, doesn't she? Always finding ways to flourish in places you'd least expect. It's almost like she knows exactly where to grow, unlike some people who just... don't quite get it.
May 10, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Nature really does surprise, doesn't she? Always finding ways to flourish in places you'd least expect. It's almost like she knows exactly where to grow, unlike some people who just... don't quite get it.