it’s the year 2023 and there’s still no knight emoji, how do you expect king arthur to rise again in these conditions

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it’s the year 2023 and there’s still no knight emoji, how do you expect king arthur to rise again in these conditions
“Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you, applauding you for living on despite your scars.” ― Nikita Gill, Wild Embers
Iced coffee with golden milk
Ingredients:
1 cup whole milk
1 TBSP sugar
6 cardamom pods, crushed
1/2 tsp saffron threads
1/8 tsp ground tumeric
1 pinch ground black pepper
8 oz strong brewed coffee/espresso/cold pressed, chilled
Ice
Steps
Pour milk into small saucepan and add all spices and sugar
Simmer over low heat for about 10 minutes
Cover and let steep for 20 minutes
Strain spices out of milk with fine strainer and store milk in a covered glass jar in the fridge.
To serve, fill two glasses with ice and pour the cold coffee over ice
Gently pour the golden milk over the op of the drink and enjoy.
Heartbeat of the World.
Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.
~Neil Gaiman, Coraline
Art Nouveau doors in Brussels ❦
Watch me take a book out with me but not to read it. only to have it as some form of comfort, a personal gravity, something that keeps me grounded like some little child with their favorite blanket
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón
Rachel Forrest // Unknown // S. C. Lourie
chaotic academia as i see it:
•unironed loose and tucked in white button up shirts
•messy annonations all over your favourite classics with pretentious commentary
•handwritten assignments turned in with coffee cup stains near the edges and smudged pen ink
•shoelaces tied incomprehensibly to make sure you dont trip on your way to class
•textbooks with ripped or slightly torn edges from when you were too exhausted to put them away mannerly
•staying up till four am hyperfixating over your recent obsession and not even realising it
•constantly blanking out in class even though you swear you love the topic being discussed
Slytherin: The sport I’d add to the olympics is Stealing. There is no event or ceremony. Whoever is able to locate and steal the medals technically earns them.
Ravenclaw: This just feels right; it makes intuitive sense.
leo slytherin (f) X taurus ravenclaw (m)
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I’ll tell the stars about you - B.K.
I'll Tell The Stars About You.
I promise, my love, that when I go home, I will tell the stars about you. They will tremble when they hear of how bright you shine. They will quake when they are told of how beautiful you are. They will be terrified when they hear of how your love heats my heart on cold nights. And most of all, they will be jealous when they hear that I love you more than the whole galaxy. - B.K.
i must admit lying around in my bed all day is not very carpe deim of me
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