I made cookies!

Honey Lavender Shortbread. I got the recipe from this blog here. They’re really really nice, especially if you’re a general fan of lavender. I’ve been on a bit of a lavender kick recently, and this recipe popped up when I google searched.

I did tweak the recipe a bit, though. I found the recipe as is to be a bit lacking in the sweet department, so I increased the sugar and honey measurements, and doubled the vanilla amount too because why not. Continue reading

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Aesthetic: In the Cell

A cell of stone bricks, lit by meager torchlight. The floor covered in dust and stray tufts of straw and fur from the shedding dog. A wooden table, old, worn, and scarred. Upon it lay a rusty dagger and a single apple turning red. A sturdy chair, with a groove worn into it from years of being sat upon.

Musty air, smelling of earth and smoke, tasting of dust. The crackle of fire from a torch. The contented sigh of the dog. The sound of footsteps on cobble, and keys jangling loosely. Somewhere, a cat purrs and pads softly down the hall.

Vast

I live at the edge of the world. Many days I have spent sitting here, looking out at the stars. An entire galaxy laid out before me. Nebulae of brilliance drifting across the endless expanse of beauty.

There are others who come here, too. Some of them I’ve made friends with. We just sit quietly side by side as we stare out into the distance, fingers knotted in the grass as our feet dangle off the edge.

My family always told me I shouldn’t spend so much time here. They say that the colour will dazzle me, that the stars will pull me away. I don’t really think they’re right. I know I can’t walk across nothing, and I never did want to fall.

A million thanks to @abovelimitations on Tumblr for letting me use this. (click image to see their blog)

It’s easier to think here. A small room with nobody in it is far louder than all this space. My thoughts can roam freely out there, no walls to bounce them around until they’re shouts instead of whispers.

The air’s cleaner here, too. It smells fresh, new. Like a mountain stream. I can taste the starlight.

They want to put a fence here. They say it’s too dangerous, that people could fall. I don’t want them to put up a fence. It would just make this place a cage. Another cage. And I need to be free.

Book Love-Poem

Cafe Book Bean

Silhouette-Cupid
It is a day of love, and how better
to express that love, than with a love-poem:

for-the-love-of-books-valentines-contestThere is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul –
~Emily Dickinson
Book-Week-Childhood-101Fun Fact: “There is No Frigate Like a Book” comes from a letter written in 1873, and was actually originally published in Volume I of her Letters (1894), not in a book of poems.

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