hiya 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

it does take like a thousand years but the pure sensory delight of opening a pomegranate and prising the seeds loose with the side of your thumb to hear that delicate low drumming as they fall into a glass bowl is. entirely worth it.

sometimes my favourite part is taking a tiny metal spoon to slowly stir them around, listening and feeling intently as the seeds bump against each other. and then scoop them out of the bowl only to let them fall back in again. little red footfalls of rain on the roof. glorious.

favourite thing in the world is when the pages of a book go all soft and yellowy and the edges are slightly fuzzy and rounded. these books couldn’t give you a papercut if you tried they’ve been loved too much. they love you too much

classicists will make the ugliest least functional website in the history of html and it will contain the entire library of fragmentary papyri of the works of aeschylus. for free

i am learning about so many beautiful websites from this. they are like horses to me

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

there is no outcome, only eternal unfolding

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."