#except real

trads: alas for the noble days of yore, when men were macho dipsticks and women were fainting lilies the noble days of yore: In this same year, on the Feast of Our Lady in August, King Henry was crowned king of Jerusalem at Tyre. Brother Bonnacorso, Archbishop of Tyre, crowned him. And great festivities were held at Tyre. And when the king came to Acre, they put on a festival that lasted fifteen days in a place at Acre called the Auberge of the Hospital of St. John, where the Hospitallers had a very great palace. It was the loveliest festival anyone had seen for a hundred years, with amusements and jousts with blunted lances. They re-enacted the stories of the Round Table and also of the Queen of Feminie, with knights dressed up like women jousting together. Then they had nuns who were dressed as monks and who jousted together, and they role-played Lancelot and Tristan and Pilamedes and many other fair and delightful and pleasant scenes. - The "Templar of Tyre", 13th century chronicler, as translated by Paul Crawford

Sorry, listening to Bad Apple the other night on repeat gave me the closest thing I've ever had to a religious experience

hi my name is tara and i eat blocks of cheese as a midnight snack

Bowie was the music equivalent of Willie Wonka