Soooo, The Pope Died 🫠 I Know I'm Sorta, Kinda Catholic And All, But Do You Think I'd Be Excommunicated

New key visual for the animated series!

Me talking to myself about books: “Frankenstein is the doctor, not the monster. Jeeves is a valet, not a butler. A league is a measurement of distance, not depth.”

Me talking to other people about books: “Frankenstein is the name of the butler, not the depth.”

This was supposed to be a French poetry poll. I'll make one, I promise, but I was distracted by the ladies (I think I'll make at least a Amy Lowell's poll and a Renee Vivien one too later, also under my 'sapphic poetry' tag)

They may not be the ones you would have picked yourself, they're some personal favorites.

Feel free to share yours, though !

Anne Hathaway

XVI (Twenty-one love poems)

Fireworks

One Art

Lighthouse Keeping

The Love of Judas

Wild Geese

For the Goddess Too Well Known

Blest as the Immortal Gods

drawing Sai every day for a year: day 4 - from one anemic to another

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I think sitting on the floor of the ocean for a few hours would fix me

so I started reading wushuang

JOURNAL OF THE LIGHTHOUSE STATION AT CACHALOT COVE

[[ log 83]]

~Rainy Conditions All Day~

~Wind Speeds Up to 25 km/h~

Time of writing this log is 2259

Duties done at the station:

𓇼 Fog Watch

𓇼 Mail Check

𓇼 Winding of the Clockworks A little bit of an unfortunate situation happened today. It has been windy practically all of last night, and this led to a fairly large tree branch to fall onto the main road towards the station. Thankfully, the telephone lines weren't affected, so I was able to let the Coast Guard know of the situation. It took them a while to arrive and fix what had happened, and I was unable to preform my morning tour. Other than that, everybody is thankfully safe.

It is also the day of Pi, which means that I can eat pie? I was a little bit confused, but one of the people on my tour helped me understand that this is what humans call a joke, a “play on words.” How do you play with words? I have no clue.

Even though it was more gloomy weather, a nice cup of black tea sure helped as well as a slice of pie made by the local bakery.

May the Seas Guide You~~

The Three Crows

There’s a cafe on campus that comes and goes called The Three Crows.  For those wanting a casual visit, it can be found in the spring when the hydrangeas bloom, on new moons, and the first sunny day after it rains.  For those wishing adventures of a more exotic variety, it can be found on clear nights with a full moon when you hear the distant sounds of hounds baying.   As you enter, you will be greeted by the sweet smell of cider and the spice of whiskey all comfortably wrapped within the warmth of coffee. The Dropkick Murphy’s always play in the background, and flowers grow from the walls and sometimes that odd table or chair.

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