exit, pursued by bear

God I fucking love being a monk at the Monastery of Lindisfarne on this fine morning of June 8th, 793. I love looking at all the gold and silver objects and alive monks that live here.

boys born after 1810 don’t know how to cook. all they know is Romantic poetry, consumption, dueling, massive sleeves and lie

louis xvi just before being beheaded saying "notre ancien régime est en train de s'effondrer"

i'd use the subjunctive, if i were you

whatever hildegards your bingen

whatever julians your norwich

whatever margerys your kempe

Asunder is basically the most classic way to be torn, and if you're looking to be cleft, in twain is a vintage but stunning choice

rich people should not be allowed to access, collect, modify or wear ancient artifacts as fashion statements. they're historical pieces that belong in public domains & should remain accessible to everyone. this especially applies to colonial artifacts & jewellery. end of discussion.

In a perfect world we'd have a muppets odyssey movie rn

while I'm still hamletposting I do want to drop a thought I've had for like a year. considering the theme of horatio being the one to tell the story, I've always wanted a production where he's the one to give the pre-play spiel to the audience (no flash photography, when intermission is, etc). For the funnies. and then he goes back behind the curtain and you don't see him again until he's approaching the castle. nobody mentions this in the performance

If you enjoyed this book you should read every other book in the world for extra textual context. All things are intricately related to one another.

hey (with the intention of making you go to the bookstore with me)

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette