You're in for a rude awakening when you discover that 93% of my posts involve cats, scones, independent bookstores, autumn, the Scottish Highlands, Agatha Christie, and the Oxford comma.
It’s truly not too late to turn back. My advice is to save yourself whilst you can.
Denying these facts is akin to denying science itself.
Denying these facts is akin to denying science itself.
A nighttime library in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, an emotional support library ghost leads you to the books you are looking to find, and midnight croissants are served during every full moon.
A nighttime library in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, an emotional support library ghost leads you to the books you are looking to find, and midnight croissants are served during every full moon.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is not worthy of your friendship.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is not worthy of your friendship.
These are the mouths.
These are the mouths.
- Me, after 93% of my social interactions.
- Me, after 93% of my social interactions.
An independent bookstore that doubles as a bakery, triples as a café, and quadruples as a pet rescue.
An independent bookstore that doubles as a bakery, triples as a café, and quadruples as a pet rescue.
Anyone who tells you otherwise doesn’t belong in your circle of friends.
Anyone who tells you otherwise doesn’t belong in your circle of friends.
Me: I’ve never truly gotten over the loss of Alan Rickman, Carrie Fisher, David Bowie, Steve Irwin, and George Michael.
Therapist: Oh dear. Let me put on the kettle.
Me: I’ve never truly gotten over the loss of Alan Rickman, Carrie Fisher, David Bowie, Steve Irwin, and George Michael.
Therapist: Oh dear. Let me put on the kettle.