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katt-astrophiic · 2 months
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I made an oc…his name is Aimé Baudelaire, he never is at the restaurant cause he only comes in some times when Vince needs it
Kinda really just does whatever Vince tells him too, usually waits but cleans n stuff
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ghoulierstudio · 4 months
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I could no longer resist the urge to make an altoid tin shrine for my inspirations. It long feels overdue
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putah-creek · 26 days
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"I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes."
Carl Sandburg
"What is done in love is done well."
Vincent van Gogh
"Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry."
Charles Baudelaire
"Just because people are unkind to you doesn't mean you have to be unkind back. That's how the world changes — one brave person like you being kind." 
Bryant McGill
"I like Beethoven, especially the poems."
Ringo Starr
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boricuacherry-blog · 2 years
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Charles Baudelaire
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blogdemocratesjr · 1 year
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La Haine by Mathieu Kassovitz (1995)
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smokesiignals · 2 years
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Relationship tag dump
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poemaseletras · 8 months
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ENCONTRE UM AUTOR:
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dostoyevsky-official · 3 months
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For the monthly poem challenge, I'm starting off with The Venal Muse by Baudelaire.
Ô muse de mon coeur, amante des palais, Auras-tu, quand Janvier lâchera ses Borées, Durant les noirs ennuis des neigeuses soirées, Un tison pour chauffer tes deux pieds violets?
Ranimeras-tu donc tes épaules marbrées Aux nocturnes rayons qui percent les volets? Sentant ta bourse à sec autant que ton palais Récolteras-tu l'or des voûtes azurées?
II te faut, pour gagner ton pain de chaque soir, Comme un enfant de choeur, jouer de l'encensoir, Chanter des Te Deum auxquels tu ne crois guère,
Ou, saltimbanque à jeun, étaler tes appas Et ton rire trempé de pleurs qu'on ne voit pas, Pour faire épanouir la rate du vulgaire.
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Muse of my heart, so fond of palaces, reply: When January sends those blizzards wild and white, Shall you have any fire at all to huddle by, Chafing your violet feet in the black snowy night?
Think: when the moon shines through the window, shall you try To thaw your marble shoulders in her square of light? Think: when your purse is empty and your palate dry, Can you from the starred heaven snatch all the gold in sight?
No, no; if you would earn your bread, you have no choice But to become a choir-boy, and chant in a loud voice Te Deums you have no faith in, and swing your censer high;
Or be a mountebank, employing all your art — Yes, on an empty stomach and with an anguished heart — To chase the boredom of the liverish gallery.
transl. Edna St. Vincent Millay
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breha · 11 months
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1 “time does not bring relief; you all have lied” by edna st. vincent millay // 2 "depending on the wind" by james galvin // 3 "spleen" by charles baudelaire trans. richard howard // 4 "cortège" by carl phillips // 5 "stop shaking" by carl phillips // 6 "wild figs and secret places" by gayl jones // 7 a prayer for owen meany by john irving
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mothprincess · 1 year
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do you have any tips for someone who wants to get into writing? i feel like i'm too stupid no thoughts head empty kind of person but i still want to attempt it because i want to create something i can be proud of (& i need a creative outlet bc my life is falling apart). i guess this is too broad of a question but maybe you can recommend some books on writing or just books you loved in general? <3
stupid people don't ask such good questions and seek out advice ♡ write without shame or embarrassment write without thinking about what a poem (or prose, but i will focus on what i have the most experience with) should look like write about what the wind sounds like (does it sing? does it warn you of something? is it cold and blistery?) or how you feel about someone in your life (is your heart warm? like it's about to burst? is it cold? cold like what? vanilla soft serve that runs down your knuckles?) write with honesty and introspection (conversely, make shit up whenever you want if it makes the story more interesting) allow your mind to be spontaneous. you don’t have to write about roses or depression. you can write about how it feels in bio lab, how your heart is like a test tube i like to tell people to make their brains as fluid as they can. if you’re at a lack for words, try reading something well-regarded that may expand your vocabulary and scope of knowledge my writing takes inspiration from the following authors and works: PROSE • sputnik sweetheart by haruki murakami • norwegian wood by haruki murakami • the wind-up bird chronicle by haruki murakami • deathless by catherynn m. valente • comfort me with apples by catherynn m. valente • the virgin suicides by jeffrey eugenides  • the bell jar by sylvia plath • cat’s eye by margaret atwood • bunny by mona awad POETRY & OTHER • ariel by sylvia plath • the unabridged journals of sylvia plath • les fleurs du mal by charles baudelaire • the anatomy of being by shinji moon • dream work by mary oliver • the wild iris by louise glück • love, death, and the changing of the seasons by marilyn hacker • the letters of vincent van gogh • the letters of vita sackville west to virginia woolf ^ these are heavily magical realism and/or with psychological and introspective themes. if you want to feel inspired but aren’t sure where to begin, you may start with shakespeare, emily dickinson, or sappho. classics tend to be safe choices that are full of rich vocabulary 
does anything excite you? use that as a compass. if nothing excites you, perhaps explore why. excitement need not be high energy. even an unexpected bouquet of flowers can bring about excitement and romanticism, at least for myself i did not learn to write poetry through formal education or classes. it is strangely intuitive and one may always write free verse poetry. anne sexton started writing poetry at the suggestion of her psychiatrist, for example. if you are interested in learning how to write, i really like skillshare for learning new things (this is my referral code, if you or anyone is interested: https://skl.sh/3Proh0p) otherwise, i own mary oliver’s a poetry handbook but am yet to have read it, myself. i haven’t read much on how to write but it would be wise to look at the syllabi of college poetry and writing courses, like this one and this, where you can find several suggestions anyway, best of luck to you, anon. please feel free to share what you have written with me when you do write something ♡
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Intro thingy bcuz I actually kinda want to turn this blog into something
don’t mind the way this stuff is super specific that’s just how I am haigeugdhi, I might clean this up in the future
so it doesn’t take up so much room vvv
About this blog!
I am planning on doing: Art and comics if I have any ideas
My art will be mostly FNAF based, probably mostly William Afton
Tags: #springshit - anything that doesn’t follow the other tags LMAO #springartz - art
#springycomicz - comics! (If I ever do them)
#fav posts tag - posts I rb and want to find easily
Projects:
None atm
About me!
My name: William
Other names I’m okay with: Afton, Springtrap, Dave, Vincent, Miller
Nicknames you can call me: Will, Bill, Billy, Liam, (I’m okay with Willy but it jus reminds me of penises ngl LMAO), Spring
My pronouns!
he/him. You can use he/him exclusively! I am okay with that
Other pronouns
With these, I don’t mind if you don’t use them, I just like them because they help me explain my gender identity more
it/itself, rot/rots/rotself, glitch/glitchself, clown/clownself, wire/wireself, circuit/circuitself, bunny/bunnyself, moss/mossself, bug/bugself, spring/springself
My personality:
I usually try to be fun and silly, but I can be easy to anger especially with annoying things like noises (I have sensory issues)
I am usually pretty hyper and I try my best to be kind
I am not the most empathetic or sympathetic person, I will usually not care about people’s personal problems, but if you are very close to me I’ll try my best to help you through it
When I’m tired I can be extremely unenthusiastic and inactive
Other things:
Kins: William Afton (biggest), Klaus Baudelaire, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines
Gender:
I am a trans man, I identify as a boy
I’m autistic. I will sometimes use tone tags (ex. /j, /s, /lh), and sometimes I will be slow at understanding things, so please be patient
I keyboard spam a lot
Favorites
Color(s): Purple, green, and yellow
Food: ORANGE CHICKEN <333
Animal(s): Bunnies, great eared nightjars, sharks, millipedes, cats
Movie(s): FNAF movie, The Aristocats, TMNT: Mutant Mayhem, Spiderverse movies
Show(s): Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, TAWOG, TNMT 2005 and 2018, Series of Unfortunate Events
Book(s): Harry Potter series, DOAWK, All FNAF books
Game(s): All FNAF games, Minecraft, Roblox, Rocket League, Papa’s games on Coolmathgames lmao
Fictional character(s): William Afton (including Springbonnie, Springtrap, Glitchtrap, etc), Henry Emily, all the Bonnies, Klaus Baudelaire, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines
My interests
Special interest(s): FNAF!!!! (I LOVE FNAF HSIHEHIDIH)
Others: Cosplay, art, skateboarding, music, and bugs
I dress alternately, and if I had to categorize my main style, it’d be goblincore (which is like grungey fairycore)
My music taste is ALL over the place. Genres I like: Musical, rock, indie, jazz, swing, hyperpop, midwestern emo, and more
Bands/artists I like:
Insane Clown Posse, Will Wood + Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Lemon Demon, Micheal Bublé, Jack Stauber, Rebzyyx, Tally Hall, MCR, P!ATD, McCafferty, The Living Tombstone, AC/DC, Weezer, The Front Bottoms, Rio Romeo, Queen, Weird Al, MSI, TV Girl
Yes, I know that not everyone on that list are very good people, but I do not support them, I just like their songs
Some of my favorite songs atm:
Copacabana - Barry Manilow The Main Character - Will Wood Thermodynamic Lawyer - Will Wood and the Tapeworms Laplace’s Angel - Will Wood Psycho Killer - Talking Heads Stuck Inside - Black Gryph0n + The Living Tombstone Jaws - Lemon Demon My Trains - Lemon Demon Vow Of Silence - Lemon Demon Malmo - Mook Halls Of Illusions - ICP To Catch A Predator- ICP Trees - McCafferty Dance With Me - Topline Addicts Taking What’s Not Yours - TV Girl Lover’s Rock - TV Girl
Here’s my Spotify account that has some playlists of mine: yay
Boundaries
Do not interact: proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, ableists, zoos, pedos, basically anyone who’s an asshole. Anyone under the age of 13
Do not: flirt with me jokingly if you’re 16+ or 12 and under, flirt with me non-jokingly, insult me non-jokingly, sexualize me or my art that’s not meant to be sexual
You can: flirt with me jokingly if you’re 13-15, insult me jokingly, call me out if I do anything shitty
Warnings:
I will make sexual jokes (not about real people), I will cuss, I will use slurs I can reclaim, I have a dark sense of humor (ACTUAL dark humor, not racism/homophobia/transphobia/sexism disguised as humor), I might draw gory things or art about sensitive subjects such as abuse, murder, neglect, etc (I will put warnings + tags)
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library-angel · 2 years
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Royals and Rule-breakers: Chapter 1 (Klaus Baudelaire x Fem Reader)
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{Klaus Baudelaire x Fem Reader- Baudelaire siblings as the children of recently deceased monarchs; Klaus falls for the new royal painter, formerly an antiestablishment activist with a vendetta against the ruling class but a love of classical literature and hopeless romanticism.}
Mystery and Misconduct 
The Baudelaire siblings are the children of  monarchs who were assassinated five years ago by Count Olaf; as far as we are concerned, he is locked away, and the young royals are under the supervision of their advisor, Mr. Poe.
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Klaus glanced up from his book at the slight rustle of the leaves on a nearby rose hedge; a young lady around his age, who had been inhaling the roses' scent, opened her eyes and squealed with horror when she saw him, then quickly sprinted away.
"Wait! Hello Ma'am! Who are..." Klaus watched her disappear behind the continuous maze of bushes, voice trailing off as he frowned a little. There was absolutely no way just anyone could roam the palace grounds, nor was it possible for anyone to sneak in. Klaus shook his head, deciding to put off the matter until dinner.
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"Klaus? Klaus!"
"Shh, Violet, I'm here, I'm here!" Klaus hushed his older sister as he set down a stack of books on his desk.
"Well, don't just stand around, we're supposed to greet our new painter in three minutes!" Violet huffed, taking his hand and the hand of their younger sister, Sunny, who was following her, dragging the two out of the room.
"Not another portrait..." Klaus groaned, straightening out his necktie.
"No portraits!" Sunny echoed, and Violet sighed and shook her head.
"I don't think he's here for portraits. I think he's been commissioned to do a mural on the ceiling of one of the ballrooms. Finest in the world, supposedly."
"Well, I suppose a new mural would be quite nice." Klaus mused, and Violet hushed him as they made their way to the thrones in the center of the entry hall.
"Finally! Almost late, per usual." The familiar voice of their advisor scolded as they sat down.
"But not actually late, per usual Mr. Poe." Violet retorted, straightening her shoulders.
The front doors ceremoniously flung open, and a haughty man strode into the room as the guards on either side announced, "Vincent D'Angelo!"
The man took an overdramatic bow that seemed to be more out of self importance and mockery than respect.
"Welcome, Mr. D'Angelo." Violet greeted politely. "I trust you've settled into your room already?"
The painter looked disappointed for a moment. "Beg pardon, but I was under the assumption that I would be talking to a man... perhaps an older one... you there, boy." He pointed at Klaus.
Klaus, however, had his attention focused on the somewhat small figure behind the man: the girl from the garden. She glanced up for a moment, but as soon as she saw Klaus gazing at her, she quickly returned her own gaze to the floor. She seemed to shrink away from everything around her, especially the painter.
"Klaus? Klaus! Ah, you must forgive him, he is but a child still." Mr. Poe cleared his throat in annoyance, and Klaus looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Sir?"
"Ah, you, young man. Are you in charge here?" D'Angelo pressed, and Klaus turned to him and shook his head, gesturing to Violet.
"No sir, my sister is."
The painter frowned, and Mr. Poe quickly spoke up.
"Well, technically, she is somewhat of a figurehead. She cannot officially rule until she marries, and if she does not find a husband, Klaus here is to take her spot once he turns eighteen in a few months."
"Ah, I see. So who am I to see about my newest project?"
"I, sir, am their advisor." Mr. Poe piped up smugly. "Everything shall go through me."
"Perfect! I shall begin work tomorrow morning. You can expect it done in six months time."
Klaus glanced at the girl again, noticing her eyes widen with panic as her face glowed red.
"Really?" Violet quizzically raised her eyebrow. "Most of the murals we have commissioned take up to a year or more to complete."
"Ah, I shall get it done in no time." The painter finally acknowledged the presence of the girl beside him. "Won't I little lamb?"
"Yes sir." She responded shakily, and the siblings exchanged concerned glances.
"And you're his assistant, correct? Y/N L/N, is it?"
"Oh yes, yes, this is little Y/N." D'Angelo spoke up for her. "But I prefer to call her little lamb, for she is like a little sheep. Wherever I go, she follows, eh?"
Y/N did not seem pleased with this comparison, and Violet creased her brow slightly. "I assume you have settled into your room as well, Ms. L/N?"
"She has, she has, no need to worry about her." The painter quickly responded in her place once more.
"Well then." Mr. Poe cleared his throat once more. "It appears everything is settled then! You will be escorted back to your rooms. Dinner will be at five o' clock sharp. I trust we shall see you then, then you may begin work as soon as you can tomorrow."
"As soon as the sun rises!" D'Angelo promised, waving dramatically before exiting the hall, Y/N hesitantly following his confident strides.
"Well that was... an experience." Violet mused with annoyance, Sunny nodding.
"What a funny man. Funny man."
"His poor assistant." Klaus mumbled, but Mr. Poe still heard him.
"Poor? Certainly not! She must be living a most lavish life to be traveling with such a man."
Klaus sighed and rolled her eyes, following his sisters out of the hall.
"Remember, dinner at five!"
"We know, Mr. Poe." Violet called back tiredly. "It's the same every time."
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{The rest of the chapters I have so far are up on my Wattpad, https://www.wattpad.com/user/SmallSinnamonAngel, but I’ll be slowly uploading the chapters here as well! }
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aaknopf · 1 year
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The poet Vincent Katz has a keen eye for the composition of a scene, and visual artists have influenced and sparked his poems. He first met the painter Paul Resika in Maine, one day in the mid-1970s, when he accompanied friends who visited Resika at the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture. They looked at the canvases, introduced Vincent to Paul, and the two talked briefly about their mutual interest in poetry. “I told him I was reading Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, and William Carlos Williams,” Vincent recalls. “He said he loved Shelley. In my memory, this instant connection lasted a mere five minutes.” Vincent admired Resika’s work as he got to know it after that day, “for its blending of abstract and representational elements, his often bright colors that seemed to evoke Baudelaire’s (and Matisse’s) luxe, calme, et volupté, and his seaside visions, which I learned derived from summers spent in North Truro, Massachusetts.” He continues, “As the decades went by, I always remembered our brief meeting in Skowhegan. It stuck with me as a kind of iconic affirmation of the importance of poetry (or the importance of anything, really) in the lives of two people, that they can share something.” Finally, in 2017, Vincent made an effort to meet Paul again, and began regularly visiting his studio in New York. The title poem of Katz’s Broadway for Paul was written after one such afternoon; the poems in its second section, including this one, take their titles from a series of gouaches Resika did in North Truro in the 1990s.
Encounter
for Oliver
Yesterday, as we walked from the town, And the light faded from the sky, I thought, How striking The dark shapes of buoys and barks In front of the still bay, and land opposite
And I thought, Poetry cannot suffice For this, only painting could evince This light, and evincing, might Reach an equivalent sense of calm Or overview, photography could not
Then my son said, Don’t under- Estimate the power of the word, And I thought, Perhaps? This morn, Again I see the sea, land opposite, Boats and air and clouds, and wonder
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“Encounter” by Paul Resika, 1990 (gouache on paper, 7 x 10 1/4 )
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More on this book and author:
Learn more about Broadway for Paul by Vincent Katz and follow him @broadwayforpaul on Instagram. 
Learn more about Paul Resika and view Resika’s “Sails” online at MoMA, “Still Boats and Moon” at the Whitney Museum of American Art, and a few of his other works online at the Smithsonian American Art Museum.
Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.
To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.
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thedelusionalinme · 1 year
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Poema novo: "Poema sem forças Seus braços conseguem carregar o mesmo peso que seus olhos carregam? Do topo da minha cabeça, algo corrói todos os caminhantes Não tenho certeza de nada, mas sei que algo está pendurado nas minhas costas Se dependesse do que ganho Escreveria para lua chorar sobre todos os céus da terra Se dependesse do que doo Minha vida terminaria sem nem ao menos respirar As pessoas vêm e vão Fico em vão, suportando todas essas vozes que um dia me visitaram Caminhando sobre as mentes dos feridos Queria estar por um dia, longe de mim Como quando me embriago no modo Baudelaire O divino me observa sem me tocar Enquanto vejo deuses passeando sobre a paisagem pré apocalíptica Me incomoda a solidão Me incomoda a fome Me incomoda a sede Me incomoda um desejo Tão vital que esqueço que estou vivo A única prova é sentir tudo ao mesmo tempo E não ter nada ao mesmo tempo Chorei um dia Que foi tão dia que me paralisou Destilando cada segundo, improvável ir e vir O tempo pesou o que os fortes carregam por saúde Nem tento explicar demais, é apenas um dia E todos tem um dia Uma vida, um problema e quem sabe uma solução... Caminho deixando um rastro de estilhaços Um dia sobrará a lembrança Será que amei um dia? Do jeito que faz a vida invejar de deixar você nascer..? Pessoas que justificam com sua dor, a dor causada ao próximo Crianças crescidas sem respostas... Mas isso não importa, eu não sei qual é a pergunta É apenas ir levando... Ser levado... E trazer arrastado o passado Devo eu? Devo? Eu devo fazer isso? Me escondo do sussurro do abismo Mas ele persegue pelas entranhas Dizendo o mesmo para os desesperados Espera-se que desista... O que mais espero da vida? Se não você, entrando pela porta dos fundos pra dizer: “Foi apenas um pesadelo, a vida começa agora! E o norte está em seu coração, e mesmo a dor, é tão natural quando esse despertar, Saiba que não está só, estarei sempre com você! Se doer, chore. Mas não desista e persista. Só os que carregam essa dor, podem fazer o que faz tudo valer a pena”" Imagem Vincent Van Gogh #poetry #poem #poesia #poema #poet #poeta #escrita #literatura #art #arte https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbRaSnO_ui/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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summerfly-blues · 1 year
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Charles Dickens: What book are you currently reading? Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite? :D
I am currently slowly re-reading Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire (my favorite poetry collection) as well as The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes by Vincent Starrett for the first time
Hmmm I’m not sure I have a favorite poem, per se, that I can think of right now. There is this prayer by Thomas Merton though, that I have memorized and it reads like poetry to me:
My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me,
And I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
And the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you, does in fact please you,
And I hope I have that desire in all that I do.
I hope I will never do anything apart from that desire.
I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road,
Though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always, though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me
And you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
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Thanks for the tag, @wah-pah !
3 ships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler (The Big Bang Theory), Monica Geller/Chandler Bing (Friends), Tina Belcher/Jimmy Pesto Jr. (Bob’s Burgers)
1st ever ship: Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Quagmire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Last song: Vincent by Brian Fallon
Currently reading: The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel
Last movie: Where the Crawdads Sing
Currently consuming: grilled cheese
Currently watching: new episodes of Bob’s Burgers, Young Sheldon, Call Me Kat, and Ghosts; reruns of The Big Bang Theory and Friends
Currently craving: another vacation
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