Happy Pride to this Caravaggio self-portrait that made one man so gay he had to go to the hospital
My little sister is back in the country for a few days and, despite her long absence, was more read up on trends and new cafes and insistent we try the vienna at this place
I’m battling the cream layer to get a touch of actual coffee. We both keep getting cream moustaches.
I just withered and then dissolved into dust reading these paragraphs in a recent novel
Dot cake, for morale
Live journal in the LJ heyday, and it’s not even close.
Spending an hour at night in a warm bath reading a book is incredibly load-bearing for my physical and mental health right now