Also, going through my old archives, I see that I had a bunch of cool anons and people talk to me and how I have twice if not 3x as many followers and nothing. Just like irl I know a bunch of people but people don’t really KNOW me. Yeah maybe that’s my fault for not interacting with people as much on here anymore, but I want my blog to be personal again but don’t want to delete this one. If you don’t wanna talk to me, just go away.
I had a dream that I was on a hike up a trail in a heavily wooded, dark forest. It turned into a chapel with the trees as its walls and canopy as the ceiling. The congregation was made of the forest creatures. Munchkin was there and asked me “Mummy, why do these rabbits smell bad? Are they homeless?”
I love when he visits in dreams He’s so silly.
I used to record my dreams on here and I need to start doing that again because re-reading them has brought me back to those worlds. But this one made me tear up. I miss him.
Carl Schweninger (1854 - 1903) - The Moon
I went outside for my lunch-time walk without a jacket today and it was v nice.
Etymology: from Old French souvenance, from the verb sovenir.
[English Romantic Painter, 1769-1859]
Gordale Scar (A View of Gordale, in the Manor of East Malham in Craven, Yorkshire, the Property of Lord Ribblesdale), circa 1812
oil on canvas, Height: 3,327 cm (1,309.7 in). Width: 4,216 cm (1,659.7 in).
Tate Britain, London, UK
i need a lady’s maid or whatever to brush & braid my hair and moisturize my face for me every morning