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alice
@peremptorytiger.bsky.social
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Writer? and pg student of modern and contemporary lit ⭐️ she/her

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has the world seen a more powerful image
a picture of three drag race uk s7 contestants playing snatch game, stood at glittery podiums. from left to right: Bones as Liam Gallagher, Silllexa Diction as Zoe Wanamaker (but it’s Cassandra from Doctor Who), and Elle Vosque as JoJo Siwa
November 7, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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new narcissism toy

(will be using it on my friends primarily. promise)
a picture of me in the bathroom mirror but THIS TIME it’s taken with a dark blue digital camera with a film-y filter. i’m wearing a black button-down shirt and long wavy ginger hair is over my shoulders
November 3, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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immediate entry into the Top Ten Signs List™️
a white sign on a white wall that reads ‘PLEASE DO NOT SMOKE OR LOITER IN THE HALL OF HONOUR’
October 20, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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i was just reading Samuel Butler’s Book of the Machines which articulates pretty well how i feel in this sort of situation
Man, he said, was a machinate mammal. The lower animals keep all their limbs at home in their own bodies, but many of man's are loose, and lie about detached, now here and now there, in various parts of the world-some being kept always handy for contingent use, and others being occasionally hundreds of miles away. A machine is merely a supplementary limb; this is the be all and end all of machinery. We do not use our own limbs other than as machines; and a leg is only a much better wooden leg than any one can manufacture.
October 20, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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i mean look at this serve i’d wear the fuck out of that now and go pose on a coastline
the album cover for Charlotte Church’s Back To Scratch. she’s sat on some rocks in the sea in a long sheer mesh dress with black undergarments and just looks really hot idk what else to tell you
October 16, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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TCD losing leaves
a picture of the green in front square at Trinity College Dublin from the back (not the campanile) end. the pathway onto the green running down the middle of it is surrounded on either side by a seas of brown and orange leaves. the trees above are still clinging onto some lemon-yellow, some green leaves. the Long Room can be seen in the background
October 16, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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🏹🏹🏹
picture of a poem on my laptop At the Touch of You Witter Bynner 1881 - 1968 At the touch of you, As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow, The arrows of delight shot through my body. You were spring, And I the edge of a cliff, And a shining waterfall rushed over me.
October 13, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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little summer dreamscape poem

posting because i’m not so in love with it that i’d send it anywhere, i think, but i like it a bit
a poem by me! New Year's Day, August At midnight citronella candles stood in for sparklers, pool splashes made fireworks, chilled cans of lager put the idea of champagne to shame, and wishing was wishing, only warmer. I thought once of September and stopped thinking because in summer we should only be thought of and thought for. Today is a bare ice lolly stick: we spin, twinkle, then lie in wet Lycra, spluttering under the weight of the present with shut eyes, weary muscles, drinking sunlight, still wishing.
October 12, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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Helen Tookey 🍞⭐️☁️
‘Equinox’ by Helen Tookey Equinox The year is balanced, for a moment only. Disequilibrium is the rule: of course, we know that. We can't find a ritual, stare at our hands, which are stubbornly blank. In my dream the twins were fighting, each hell-bent on her own direction. Conjoined at the shoulder: muscles pulling, bones grinding under the skin - a bird, an angel, at violent odds with its own winged nature. You text me to tell me you've broken a cup, burned the toast, melted the handle on the stovetop coffee-pot. We say equinox as though the word were a stay against chaos, a blocking spell against all the unmakings massing like static, heading our way.
October 8, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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phone camera apparently went spooky dark this morning not wanting you to see my pretentious tie-and-trench combo
a photo of me in the bathroom mirror, wearing a black trench coat tied up, a blue shirt, and a navy tie with thin red and white stripes. my ginger curly hair is still a bit wet and falls over my shoulders. the strap of a bright red tote bag is visible
October 7, 2025 at 12:20 PM
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do i even have to comment
a screenshot of the lyrics to the chorus of ‘Wi$h Li$t’ by Taylor Swift: [Chorus] I just want you, huh Have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you We tell the world to leave us the fuck alone, and they do, wow Got me dreaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop Boss up, settle down, got a wish list (Wish list) Ijust want you
October 3, 2025 at 7:54 AM
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i look so moody but like yeah i suppose they’re right sorry
a picture of me in the mirror of a lift, wearing a v dark grey trench coat. my long ginger curly-ish hair is draped over my shoulders
September 28, 2025 at 7:29 PM
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such a lovely hour talking poetry, joy, and freaky US presidents with Sasha Debevec-McKenney and Gustav Parker Hibbett at Books Upstairs 💖💖💖
a picture of Joy Is My Middle Name by Sasha Debevec-McKenney on a grey table the same book held open on the title page. it has the name of the poetry collection/poet, and ‘for Alice’ ‘xo SASHA’ written in, with hearts by the names
September 28, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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evening Zingibeer especially needed after the purely farcical endeavour that was me reading Deleuze in the library for three hours:
a quote from Deleuze on Suzanne from Diderot’s ‘The Nun’: ‘If you prefer, she is literary only so as not to be literary, but to not be literary, she has to be literary.’
September 26, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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i feel like this sometimes
the hear ye, hear ye meme: a painting of a man on a horse galloping past a house, holding a lantern and shouting. one man runs out the house while someone else sees him off at the open door
September 24, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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took exactly four photos on the way to college this morning (bed ➡️ the room just below my class)

thought i’d share my micro-odyssey
A poem by Sharon Olds from her collection ‘The Father’ NULLIPARA The last morning of my visit, we sit in our bathrobes, cronies, we cross and re-cross our legs. Suddenly, he sees a thread dangling from the cuff of my nightie, he cries out Stay there! and goes to his desk drawer. I hold my wrist out to him and he stares with rigid concentration, his irises balls of impacted matter. He opens the shears, weighty and silvery-brassy, the colour of taint, he gets the blades on either side of the thread close to the cuff - he wants to get it exactly right, to do me a service at the end of his life. He snips once and we sigh, we get fresh coffee and feel it enter us. He knows he will live in me after he is dead, I will carry him like a mother. I do not know if I will ever deliver. a picture of the Liffey from the north side of the river, just up from the Samuel Beckett Bridge. the sun is shining extremely brightly, reflecting the curved bone of said bridge on the water, creating a crescent Lombard St East, Dublin. sparse morning traffic stuck at a red light. at the centre of the image is The Wind Jammer, a pub painted a grape purple (grape purple is what you call this shade of purple… right? because while that’s my instinct, it does not resemble a grape) the ground floor of the Oscar Wilde Centre at TCD. it is a living room with a fireplace, shelves overflowing with books, and framed sketched portraits on the wall transformed somewhat into a classroom, with a round conference table and chairs at the centre. it fills opens up into a darker room with yellow walls, that stores more books on wooden shelves and cardboard boxes
September 24, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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um? in all the excitement i did not even realise we had a view of Martello Tower all evening

i’ve got to learn to be a better Joycean
a view from White Rock Beach, Dalkey of the coastline. poking out is Sorrento Terrace, and Martello Tower further up. a man stands in the foreground looking up at the sky – another arm is pointing up at the clouds from below
September 20, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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swam in the Irish Sea twice in one evening no biggie
a view of the sea from Dalkey, Ireland. in the distance you can see what i believe to be the Wicklow mountains (don’t quote me on it, but they were big). the sky is blue and pleasantly populated with light, white clouds a view of 5+ people walking down the hill to the beach. trees hang over the road and block out the sun a view of the blue-green sea from White Rock Beach. people are walking into the water in swimming gear a view of the sea from White Rock Beach, slightly later into the night; the sun is starting to set. people are dotted about on the beach, including three guys playing catch with a rugby ball
September 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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i simply need to share my opinions on The Secret Agent (1996) here

by the looks of the other reviews i really do not know if any person but us and a few Christian Bale obsessives has had the pleasure of spending ninety minutes of their life on this film but christ alive
a letterboxd review by ‘alice’ (me, lol) of The Secret Agent (1996). i give it 1.5 stars and write the following: [Watched 14 Sep 2025] my god i watched this with friends because the Conrad novel is on our reading list this week please, PLEASE watch The Secret Agent (1996). i say that because this cast is so unfathomably stacked, and yet they produce something so unfathomably awful. arquette in particular is absolutely DIRE here - even robin williams isn't potent. broadbent is somewhat great but could be much, much greater if it wasn't for everyone else's shoddy work and the INSANELY poor pacing of the dialogue. it was like watching a bad play where no one has learned their lines properly it's so slow???? for a ninety-minute thing???? space is filled by long, completely meaningless shots and laboured dialogue. the script is HORRIBLY written and butchers the book (a really very enjoyable, thematically dense book that is done a huge disservice by being put to screen in the first place; i can't see a world in which anyone would be successful) god it's so bad hilarious appalling
September 14, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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sorry – i think that Trump shirt pic might be fake + just an edited version of this one
a picture of Tyler Robinson stood by a bed, smiling, wearing a plain burgundy t shirt and blue jeans
September 12, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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pretentious little scarf and a dream
a woman stood in the bathroom mirror in a black leather jacket and a thin green scarf, wearing red lipstick with curly red hair half-up half-down
September 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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a screenshot from the Wikipedia article linked above, a section titled 'Nobel lecture': Seamus Heaney delivered his Nobel lecture at the Swedish Academy on 7 December 1995. Entitled Crediting Poetry he spoke about the dynamic of the external reality and the inner world of the poet, and said: 'I credit it ultimately because poetry can make an order as true to the impact of external reality and as sensitive to the inner laws of the poet's being as the ripples that rippled in and rippled out across the water in that scullery bucket fifty years ago. An order where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew. An order which satisfies all that is appetitive in the intelligence and prehensile in the affections. I credit poetry, in other words, both for being itself and for being a help, for making possible a fluid and restorative relationship between the mind's centre and its circumference, between the child gazing at the word "Stockholm" on the face of the radio dial and the man facing the faces that he meets in Stockholm at this most privileged moment. I credit it because credit is due to it, in our time and in all time, for its truth to life, in every sense of that phrase.'
September 9, 2025 at 11:02 AM
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anyway
September 6, 2025 at 10:03 PM
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heyyyy teenage alice so you were right to raise your hackles here, even if at the time it could’ve been/was explained away with the ‘the flag is not inherently bad’ argument, bc really, although that’s correct, the vibes have always been off! haven’t they!

(not that i could’ve anticipated Now)
a screenshot from my instagram story archives on a spam account, post dated 2 feb 2021. it’s a screenshot of a guardian article and i’ve written ‘jesus fucking christ 😀’ alongside it article: Labour urged to focus on flag and patriotism to win voters' trust, leak reveals Exclusive: leaked internal strategy presentation reveals plan to 'change the party's body language' • Keir Starmer's patriot act risks turning off his core Labour voters Aditya Chakrabortty and Jessica Elgot 19:49 Tuesday, 02 February 2021 Labour must make "use of the [union] flag, veterans [and] dressing smartly" as part of a radical rebranding to help it win back the trust of disillusioned voters, according to a leaked internal strategy presentation.
September 1, 2025 at 8:16 PM
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showing off my new pretty ear on the internet because my hair’s often covering it irl lol
a side profile pic of a woman’s head and shoulders in a mirror. her wavy ginger hair is pushed to one side to show an ear with three hoops in it - two in the lobes and one in the helix
September 1, 2025 at 7:22 PM