Unfortunately no 😅 the part that’s cut off is just her saying “Catherine was a massive catholic” but there was outside sound over the top of my audio so it wasn’t usable. Sorry love 🙊🦆
If we all aren’t recording ourselves reading journal entries with Civil-War-Era diction about daily life during quarantine while “Ashokan Farewell” plays in the background…
WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING WITH OUR LIVES?
See the reaper creeping
As my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons
Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life
But on my soul, it’s feeding
fsflskdfj now i am distracting my SELF bcos suddenly i want to work on the agnes series (which has only one fic so far but in my HEART and in my MIND it is a series) bcos there is……… gertrude/agnes yearning……… in it later………….
I have a beautiful notebook that I was using as a tarot journal with a specific deck and a specific month-long deck challenge that I never finished doing. I’m really torn about what to do with it because I only used about a quarter of the pages but because I’ve moved on from the situation I was writing about I don’t see myself going back to finish that challenge. I want to use the notebook as a grimoire now but also feel it’s important to have a record of that hard time in my life (even if I’d like to forget it). I am thinking about removing the pages and using the rest of the book but the way it is constructed makes that difficult. Its a sheaf of pages that were folded over and stapled in the middle. Not sure what to do with it yet.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, but he sure as hell couldn’t remember any event that had occurred up until now that could possibly stack up. And he honestly couldn’t put his finger on who it was that should be taking fault for their current disaster. He had been the one to come up with the idea, but Natasha had not only agreed, but egged him on. And now they were standing in a kitchen that was covered from countertop to floor with fire extinguisher waste.
“Do you have a number for people who clean up after you kill people? Can we just tip really well and call it day? I don’t want Bucky to come home and see it like this…’