Working on a description of this portrait of Cezanne’s wife, and whoever wrote the draft before me really hated on her looks.
That’s a G-I-R-L-F-R-E-N.
Also the state of Massachusetts has declared, “sorry, A. Reid. This year, you are not our poet.”
“If I don’t understand something, I could either try to grapple with a narrative, or I can kind of throw myself into science and get interested in something that I know exists and makes me realize how tiny I am and there’s this whole big world of possibility and I think that’s a big comfort. A lot of the songs on the album are just positive affirmations for us.”
Uh, grass widow with pretty much the best applicable answer to why I will forever make boring work, but also a good reference point for lately only making things regarding the “nervous lady” perspective.
“banner printer, banner ink, and a ream of blank banners”
The drummer in my neighborhood that practices almost every day after school has gotten a lot better over the last few months.
First result when curious about the historical split re: red mantle or blue mantle for the Virgin Mary. I know what it really means but “Apologetics” is an okay nickname for Catholics in my book.