who else up hurkleing their durkleing
I do love some hurkle-durkleing in the morning.. ✨
Reblogging this, for my love of archaisms— although, I am a great believer in the monstrous rising early in the morning!
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who else up hurkleing their durkleing
I do love some hurkle-durkleing in the morning.. ✨
Reblogging this, for my love of archaisms— although, I am a great believer in the monstrous rising early in the morning!
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This one's so beautiful.... Piece of art 🖤
Getting sloshed on Ralph Fiennes 'cause he is that beautiful. 😍
(oh, and happy st. patrick's day)
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Can’t stop thinking about ACD Sherlock Holmes. He loves dogs. He is a very thoughtful flatmate. He can play perfect violin and instead chooses to make Sounds with his Stradivarius. He apologizes every time by playing all of Watson’s favorites. He plays practical jokes on the police. His out-of-universe author was unreliable because he hated him so much. His in-universe author is unreliable because they are madly in love. His family life is such a mystery that Watson thought he was an abandoned orphan. He has two (2) canonical friends and I’m pretty sure he fucked both of them. He’s the best person in the whole world maybe. People keep trying to talk to me about the BBC version.
He stims. He smokes crack. He can box and use a sword yet never does it. He loves dressing up in little outfits. He is pretty much a father to a group of poor children. He lives off of sarcasm. He has at least ten dressing gowns. He framed a photograph of the woman that bested him. He calls her "that woman". He's not attracted to her. He doesn't know the composition of the solar system. He links arms with his friend when they walk. He's a hoarder. He can't stand house chores. He loves drama. People wonder why he's one of the most beloved literary characters of all time.
- Inspired Reblog, because I appreciate this so much -
He's not good at asking for attention, but clearly wants attention. (Likely didn't get enough of it as a child.)
Can't handle praise. Clearly overwhelmed by it.
Clearly, he saw something in Watson the moment they met, but didn't know how to say it, so just rambled about his favourite subject, ~solving crime.~
And, also, if you go off of some of the best pastiches ever written about him, because he is (clearly!) one of the most beloved literary characters of all time:
He is allergic to cats;
He would never sell Watson's soul at any price to the devil, even though he doesn't believe in the devil;
He would discover the secret to immortality (it's honey— clearly!), and would share it with only his trusted Boswell;
and he is from Yorkshire; and sometimes struggles to keep the broad, melodic quality of the dialect under control, especially when he is consulting for all these about-town London gentlemen!
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I love Sherlock Holmes to bits; and I love you, too! 😍
👋👋👋👋👋👋♥️👋bye👋♥️♥️♥️♥️I love you♥️
-And, Now,
With Absolutely No Context,
Some Comments I've Made
On Posts on Substack-
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My darling, thank you for listening;
And I hope that this somehow helps & inspires!
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well!")
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I love you! You are the love whom I love, a lot!
I wish you the best, from here, until forever! 😘
You know? 😹
Bye!!! 👋👋👋👋👋👋
please reblog this i spent way too long on what was supposed to be a quick edit
Reblogging, for this: where human history meets Animal Crossing.
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I love you. Thank you. God bless you.
Bēo ġesund, "Be well!"
#REST IS PART OF THE JOURNEY TOO
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@samirafee
🐝🎶🌷 I AGREE 😊
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Well, then, dear Reader!
Hello! 🤗 How are you? It's nice to see you! ☺️
Whoever wrote the plays attributed to Shakespeare once said, "something something something something something / The pendant world", which makes the world sound like a piece of jewelry.
Well, I must disagree with Shakespeare, here. The world is not a bauble, but a place that has people living in it.
Furthermore, I would like it if some of these people would read my newest post on my Substack writer blog, "The Honest Trickster."
If it makes you happy, please do so! It would make me happy. If it doesn't make you happy, because you're too busy having a life, or playing Ultimate Frisbee, or building a time machine, or something,
Then don't read my blog. I'll live. 😭
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Thank you, dear Reader; and God bless you!
You may not be everybody's hero,
But you're my hero.
Unless you are everybody's hero.
If you are:
Thank you, Superman!🦸I love you! 😍
Hey, after much soul searching,
I found out that I love you!
I do!
Wow! Bye! 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋♥️♥️👋
This is too cute 🥺♥️♥️♥️♥️😻
- Rumi
"Ask All From Yourself.
(The Answer is Already Given.)"
[a poem]
What you give your attention to,
You breathe your soul into.
That warmth of love within you,
Is the truest gift you give
To anyone you love,
Who is in love with you.
You cannot be given,
What you do not give.
You breathe your soul into
The ones you listen to.
By whose breath is there a soul in you?
The ones who listen to you.
I ask again:
By Whose breath is there a soul in you?
In truth,
The One Who listens to you.
I hope that this helps & inspires you, dear reader;
And I thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
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I love you. Yes, I do. You are the love worth loving!
Bye... You! Get out of here!
Keep being special! That's an order, corporal!
Bye! 👋👋👋♥️👋
Out of costume, but still dapper gents.
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I love this photo!
They look like silly little boys attending the wedding of their maiden uncle and bachelor aunt.
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Happy Friday, if it's Friday where you are. TGIF!!
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"I Bought a Kinder Egg, / the Other Day"
[Being a Tiny, Silly Poem,
After a Day of "Serious Writing"]
I bought a Kinder Egg,
The other day.
The toy inside
Was a kitten,
Shaped like a cupcake.
Also, it wore a chef's hat,
And it had a tray
Of doughnuts.
I kid you not:
This prize inside
My Kinder Egg,
In terms of symbolism,
I identified with.
Yes,
I identify with
This cupcake-shaped cat,
Wearing a tiny chef's hat,
Forever in the act
Of offering
A pastry.
Little and sweet,
Meaningful, to me,
My soul is made happy
By this, merely this.
Now, I go to sleep;
The denouement is neatly reached;
And the poem is complete.
I hope that this helps & inspires you, dear reader;
And I thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
Be well, be well, be well...
If only my oft-repeated charm could make you well! Ah, dear one,
You deserve it. Really, you do. ♥️♥️♥️
I love you! I love you. I love you. I love you.
And, also, I love you.
I love you. Keep knowing that it's true,
That you are lovable,
And you should always be in love with you. 😍
Reblogging this, because I smiled big.
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#Springcore, indeed!
I have been more invested, lately, in learning of all things mythological.
Hey-o! Hello, there, thou darling love!
Up here is my newest post, in my Substack writer blog, "The Honest Trickster."
I would be more than chuffed if you should choose to look at it, my chuck!
Alliteration, (and anglicisms), aside, dearest reader,
I verily wish you very well, on this very, very fine day.
All the best, to you! Thank you! God bless you!
And I love you, too!
That'll do, Pig. That'll do. 🌲🐖🌲
I love you. If you argue, I'll just say blablablablabla-iloveyou-blabla-ican'thearyou-blablablablablablablabla until you capitulate! and you love yourself! forever, ideally! ♥️
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Also, if there are any Art Dorks who are interested:
- Poet unknown, from "Hellalyle and Hildebrand" translated by Whitley Stokes
versus
- Poet unknown, from the Danish ballad "Hildebrand and Hellelil", translated by William Morris
A matter as minor as the translator's interpretation, can make a very big difference!
Isn't that interesting? and exciting? ish?
I don't know! I just though it was cool. ✌️
Nerding out is in; being not a nerd is out. 😸
Or, so I've decided. ☺️
And here is the painting, The Meeting on the Turret Stairs, by Frederic William Burton, featuring the same characters, in the same moment, as found in the same ballad.
Hildebrand ain't touching her eyes or her cheeks.
Huh!
Anyway, darling: remember to keep things fun and flirty!
So long! 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋♥️👋👋♥️👋👋
A woman whose mood improves with a book, a poem, a song or a cup of coffee is not defeated by anyone; even life loses with her.
-- Kahlil Gibran
(Luzern, Switzerland)
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The Greek Interpreter capter is delicious
The way he looks at Mycroft here with the love and admiration of a younger brother to his older brother, oh Lord.
(Still very influenced by BBC Sherlock and the way their relationship was handled 😭)
And why the hell does he appear like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA What was the need to appear like a ghost when he could have walked out the window completely normally?
I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HIS DRAMATIC ASS
Well, not a single holy thought on my head
OH GOD, I always read that there was no need for Watson to hold his hand, but THERE WAS NO NEED FOR HOLMES TO HOLD HIM LIKE THAT
CHILL BRO, NO ONE IS GOING TO STEAL HIM FROM YOU, YOU'RE SCARING HIM
Watson: *Fucking traumatized*
Holmes: Are we going to ki...?! Oh, yeah, the dead guy.
I am reblogging this, for the uncontained enthusiasm of the original poster (—which I find to be reminiscent of my own teenage obsession with Jeremy Brett.
Now that I am in my wide-eyed and innocent thirties, I find:
Time hath not tamed this love for him, no-sir-ee!)
I also really quite liked this observation, from OP:
What was the need to appear like a ghost, when he could have walked out the window completely normally?
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It's now time for:
-- An Inspired Reblog!--
"What was the need to appear like a ghost, when he could have walked out the window completely normally"
[a golden shovel, written with playful creativity, that might give you a hint of what I was researching, today] [[pause for dramatic effect]]
Which of the blessed three Moirai introduced this hero? What
Aspect of their weaving thread revealed him? It was
The spinning of the loom, perhaps; or it was the
Exacting art of measuring. There is no need
To deny it could have been the cut of scissors. So! to
Assume, then, that the thread of life itself made this man appear
To me, (not unlike a ghost!), is to bring out the undeniable magic in the unbelievably ordinary way that he did... like a ghost,
As I said: not unlike them, these storied spirits, as we are told, when
We evoke the ancient names of Fate (also to the Romans known as the Parcae). I say this, then, that he
Could have been the best of destiny. Or, he could
Just have been the best man for the job. I have
No certain knowledge, but only the varied guesses of the many mythologies of human history. He walked
Straight out of fiction, as it were: out
Of our own incredible invention; our eternal need for there to be a hero. Yet, the
Hero of the classic myths cannot compete with this. Fling them all, all!, out the window
Of the home that our Collective Psyche long has lived in. To be normal completely
At this point, dear reader, cannot be done normally.
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I hope, truly, that this has helped & inspired you;
And I thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you! (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
I love you! 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟 Rock on!
You're a good sort, you know.
Don't let the rowdy bunches of the world get you down.
Bye! I love you. 😍
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- Bill Manhire, Sunday poems, Lyrical Ballads
"Balconies are Places Where Many Stories Happen."
[a poem, of "solipsistic" poetry]
Balconies are places where many stories happen.
Such a little place, for a story to be told.
But, there it is. High up, and secret,
And perfect for a spot of theatricality.
See, there: a person sitting on their balcony,
In a chair, bent over a book that they are reading.
Do they notice themselves, or that they are being noticed?
There is no knowing this, to be telling it, at all.
Returning to my home, one that's balcony-blessed,
I recall the many stories set on a balustraded stage, as this.
Such a special place! although, perhaps too small for living large...
As once was writ: "All the world's a stage."
Indeed! But an empty world, this would be,
Unless you fill it with life's own, natural brand of theatricality.
Hey, there, darling!
I hope this helps & inspires you, you!
God bless you, I love you, thank you; and
I'll see you in the funny pages!
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(Bēo ġesund, "Be well!")
I love you! Guess what? You're the best!
I know! Isn't it great, to know that?
Bye, then! Get out of here! You're an angel!
Okay. 👌 Til next time? 😉
🫡 Good luck! God speed!
Go get 'em, tiger! 😺
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