oh to be a little cat and sit in a windowsill
just remembered when i was a lil baby and reading the redwall books and one character was described as being a “gatekeeper-cum-librarian” or something and i asked my mom what “cum” meant. i cannot imagine what went through her head before i gave her the context. like, oh god, these fantasy mouse books also have graphic depictions of sex?
we’re gonna have to start eatin hard cheese and cured salted meats again to try to dodge badly inspected food like just go ahead and give me a set of leather armor and send me on a quest if you’re so set on returning us to darker times
fact: today is the 94th anniversary of the Boston Molasses Disaster
fact: today is the 98th anniversary of the Boston Molasses Disaster
fact: today is the 99th anniversary of the Boston Molasses Disaster
HAPPY CENTENNIAL, BOSTON MOLASSES DISASTER.
the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.
