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Emily Brontë: he was a brutish, heavy-handed tyrant

Charlotte: say more

Emily: prone to fits of cruelty and rage

Charlotte: whew 🥵

Anne: can we not???

Emily: 👀

Charlotte: 👀

Emily: (*whispering) he swore he would kill her

Anne: I HEARD THAT!!!

Pink trumpet flowers blooming.

Moon through a broken window with green trim.

Evening walk.

Silver SMAK tag on an abandoned factory building.

So fresh you can smell the paint.

@wildeny.bsky.social

Trump is not the only politician who defunds public libraries... I think this is important for everyone to understand.

Tired: cooked

Wired: caked

Why yes, my brain is caked!

Wow, way to describe the current political moment.

Black and white dog with an orange harness, laying on a grey and beige herringbone rug.

Betrayed.

The grocery store was out of the dog food we usually buy, so i had to get a different type. The dog just walked up to where I was sitting in the living room and dropped a mouthful of kibble in front of me to express his displeasure.

This was my experience. I loved the absence of social obligations, but missed being around strangers and people-watching.

Davis intended to fill it with museum-quality pieces so that the residents of this working-class, largely Black and Latino neighborhood could access such work as easily as their white, middle-class peers did. When he discovered art institutions wouldn’t lend to him, he began making replicas instead

I love this! PhillyCAM is one of the best!

I would love it if those of you who do not have library cards will apply for one at your local branch during #NationalLibraryWeek. Then let me know about it. 😇

This is an excellent insight.

Ah youth. I visited there too.

A spiritual mentor taught me how to meditate on where I was holding emotions in my body, which was very helpful because I compartmentalize and intellectualize my feelings, which was hindering my spiritual practice at the time.

Not every reading experience is like this. I wonder why and how some exist this way.

I associate Moby Dick with Paris; Anna Karenina with the tan La-Z-Boy recliner in my parent's front room. I read Kurt Vonnegut in my cousin's room listening to Primus and A Tribe Called Quest.

There are certain books that are so tied to reading them at a specific place and time, and this is one of them for me.

Small white domed chapel with a brown door and small bell tower called, "the mysterious chapel of St. Bartholomew."

Flyer in a plastic holder that reads, INFORMATION Next Friday, the 24th, the rosary to Saint Bartholomew will be prayed in this chapel at 6:30 PM. Thanks

Some very exciting neighborhood news.

I wanted to be a cool mom!

And it makes it harder for those of us who are trying to raise decent men. Just a complete cultural cesspool to navigate upstream.

Homecomings I was invited to go back to my high school to talk about my work and was asked about despair. The students surprised me and I surprised myself.

Today's delight is this by @alexanderchee.bsky.social - open.substack.com/pub/querent/...

Nothing like a migraine to facilitate the death of the ego.

a poster with a drawing of a person wearing a dress and another wearing pants under a sign that reads "your future" it's an ad for the Uof T library school, the caption reads "you like people you like books be a librarian"

YOU LIKE PEOPLE
YOU LIKE BOOKS

BE A LIBRARIAN

(may 1945)

I don't have any good solutions, but I have been there.

"Lord, I believe; Help my unbelief!"

It's such a wonderful book, and the only way I was able to finish it was by being stuck overnight in the Cairo airport. They shut the lights off in the terminal and I was reading it by a little penlight.

a woman is standing in a living room with her arms outstretched and laughing . Alt: a woman is standing in a living room with her arms outstretched and laughing .

IT TURNED OUT SO GOOD! ONE FOR THE AGES!

Senior center activity room with a painting of a senior couple in fishing gear making out.

This painting at the neighborhood Senior Center goes hard.

Hot avós summer.