Floruit
the beautiful things are difficult
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Following in Delacroix’s excellent example, my very good things for this week:
1. New dreams.
2. Unknown springs of vim to follow said dreamage.
3. Spun sugar castles and its Elphabaic counterpart, the gingerbread house <3
4. Whys and wherefores of fairy tales (Disney didn’t do justice to Cinderella’s badassness)
5. Mum’s winter-time lopsided, peacock-blue sweater, and Daddy finally giving in and turning on the heating.
6. Funny-faced toesocks.
7. Tiny pies and meringue.
8. Adventures with friends!
9. The smell of old books and creaking leather binding.
10. Deliciously incoherent baby babble-songs.
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I feel a lot better now.
Seconded. It’s amazing how much time grown men take up, and always at the most inopportune moments. I mean, I’m hardly going to deny the great advantages, especially in the spider-squashing department, but I reserve the right to the beauteous and controlled-chaos-zen of my own head. Self-indulgent, petulant and counterproductive, you say? Maybe you didn’t read it properly the first time, love.
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Nerves! The doctor’s eyebrows went up. These women and their nerves! Half of the women had nothing the matter with them but boredom, but they wouldn’t thank you for telling them so! ‘A slightly uncommon condition of the —some long word—nothing at all serious…just needs a simple treatment to put it right.
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talk about priorities…first the expendables, which even van damme had the sense to stay away from, and now this. way to go out…on a bender.
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- Patience sucks, but the future is bright.
- There is a country across the sea that misses as much as is missed.
- Two fantabulous cakes is always better than one, and very useful for late-night ponders.
- Proportionate legendaryness.
- Marshmallows are an exception to every rule, gross-origined gelatin be damned.
