brother wolfram of hirschau

Þe abbot is crueel and þe bretheren jalous of mine tonsure

[brotherwolfram]

whote ere yow implien

[monk-brother-sebastien]

the Eel-Rents have come in at last, so i shall be able to pay off mine Ill-Made Bets placed upon the Losing Snayle in the monastery snayle Race

if 'tis the abbot who asketh... there was No Such Event

[brotherwolfram]

abbod broke-opius kepeth encresygne taxes inn þe village swo ich kepe pissynge in hys brede dogh

[brotherwolfram]

ges

[f00fle4cakes]

I just found this image and words cannot describe how much I love it. I don’t know where it’s from, but it looks like he’s having a jolly time

[brotherwolfram]

min frind brodyr rüdiger. ..

[brotherhumphrey]

benedictines really need to find a new colour for their robes because at a distance i can no longer tell if someone is a monk or just a goth

[brotherwolfram]

SLEE HYM, BRODER RÜDIGER, HE MAKETH A FOLE OVE OUS

[lady-isabella-farnham]

recently discovered that women can explore each others bodies. wild. i assumed that was limited to kings and their jesters

[hildegards-abbey]

Dost thou think perchance nuns might partake?

[lady-isabella-farnham]

As far as I can tell, it’s mostly nuns doing it

[hildegards-abbey]

O… perhaps I ought investigate. Much to think on

[brotherwolfram]

[brotherwolfram]

how are you on tumblr wolfram

Þurgh God alle þinges ben possible

[brotherwolfram]

Thynkynge of sleynge myself

#dethly synne

[brotherwolfram]

The abbot me took biholdinge on this illeuminacioun. I mot do penaunce. Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui. Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui. Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui.

[brotherwolfram]

Ich hate broder deidrich. Drawe of hym tikelynge balles

[brotherwolfram]

Awakide for Matyn, to here Brother Deidrich mutteringe, that he hopide that Y schulde choke on my breed at soper. Preyde to God, that thei schulden suffre lesiouns, and die.