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i think it's a mark of honor if a mutual picks your blog for their morning mass content scrolling spree.
when you see their icon 47 times in your activity log, they are knighting you.
pesto is great for many bites but to me it’s always been a kind of samey indulgent experience in a specific way where if you happily eat your way through a large enough portion there will hit a point where you will very suddenly experience something called “pesto remorse” which i have just invented
Ok guys just thought of this what is the first blorbo you’ve ever had/can remember
The other gospels: and so someone-- and we're not gonna say who-- ran forward and cut that poor guy's ear off.
John: Peter. It was Peter.
Gandalf Stormcrow - Created by PJ McQuade
Prints are now available for purchase through PJ’s Etsy Shop; each print sold comes with a free 4” waterproof sticker! Also, don’t forget to check out PJ on Tumblr and Twitter for more of his artwork!
“Above all, you must be rid of the hideous idea, fruit of a widespread inferiority complex, that pomp, on the proper occasions, has any connexion with vanity or self-conceit. A celebrant approaching the altar, a princess led out by a king to dance a minuet, a general officer on a ceremonial parade, a major-domo preceding the boar’s head at a Christmas feast — all these wear unusual clothes and move with calculated dignity. This does not mean that they are vain, but that they are obedient; they are obeying the hoc age which presides over every solemnity. The modern habit of doing ceremonial things unceremoniously is no proof of humility; rather it proves the offender’s inability to forget himself in the rite, and his readiness to spoil for every one else the proper pleasure of ritual.”
C.S. Lewis, Preface to Paradise Lost
Love when love humbles a person. When instead of getting peacockish they acquire a humility they didn’t have before
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Lose me with the slow dancing win me with ragtime speakeasy bar swing dancing
My favourite trope has to be:
I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.
But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.
do you still remember what the first place you lived in looked like?
yes and i will describe it in the tags!
vaguely, but not enough to describe it
i don't remember it at all
i don't know/i'm bald/other infinitely nuanced answer
bifur telling the best jokes
me, on my posts: *writes as little info as humanly possible*
me, in the tags: so anyway, all my problems started on a hot summer day in the late 90′s, when i was born…
✨ Light of Eärendil ✨
fellas,
“No, I’m not the chosen one. I’m just a farmer. Now go away!”
[ID: Boxed shaped clay sculpture of a Przewalski's horse. The horse's body is painted onto the box in the style of palaeolithic cave art, and the front half from the shoulders is realistic and three-dimensional, fully emerging at the end of the box. The horse is in a walking pose with the front left leg raised and the head tilted slightly sideways. Each photo shows a different angle. End ID]
Yeah, happy with this. Will be remaking it at some point, hopefully with less issues. I'll have to give it a coat of gloss as this clay is not hardy and needs protection.