Some one shouldered glamour in tight pleated silk jersey. It can only be Madame Grès, bringing her familiar technique to a black evening dress with a slash of scarlet. Late 1940s, sold via Kerry Taylor Auctions.

Hey can somebody cut me a check for like $100,000 real quick?

This world domination thing is NOT a paid gig. They don't tell you that in college

Donate to keep the lights on while I tell our leaders what to do

(Not like they listen)

I'm being playful but actually I very much do need support 🙏

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The fbi wants me

carnally.

Good luck fucko my original posts get 40 notes max

Gentle request

Please check out your local library and request that they carry

"The Master's Quest: Meet Annabella"

And

"The Master's Quest: The Dancing City"

It would help me a lot, cost you nothing, and make the books available for free for many people to read

Thank you so very much

Hey by the way did yall know I read my first book on twitch? I've had a LOT of people ask me for an audiobook.

and yet this video, where I literally read the book myself, with characters Voiced BY The freaking author, has 8 views. I'm pretty sure I've posted this before, too. But since people are still asking me, I'll post it again

By the way, the fact that this still has single digit views is pretty definitive proof that I'm NOT FAMOUS

So ha. I win. You can't prove me wrong either because the only way to do so is to watch the video and convince a ton of other people to watch it too. I've literally asked on this blog before so it's proof. There is no such thing as hubris, so I've done it. I win forever!

The video is almost 3 hours long

Convincing someone to watch that whole thing? Ha! Not gonna happen

And I'm not even that good at it!

So yeah I'm gonna win forever on this one ha ha ha

I watched it a while ago

Its was fun to listen to while driving at work, its basically an audiobook :3

Tho pls also buy her books because she has to live of her writing.

okay yay. I made a million mistakes but I get it now. small bird 🙂‍↕️

mindset-altering sentence.

Leaving for the beach today, Penny Rose fell asleep about 5 minutes into our trip. We got caught in about an hour of bumper to bumper traffic and she woke up right after we cleared it absolutely LIVID that we were not at the beach yet. Sorry I can't bend space time girlie I do be trying

She was refusing to speak to us unless it was about the beach

"What do you want for dinner"

"I wanna go to the beach"

"How are you feeling??"

"I wanna go to the beach"

"Did you have a good nap?"

"Beach"

Did we go to a fucking Cracker Barrel for dinner because all penny is willing to say other then "beach" is "pancakes"

Yes yes we did

Had to stop for the night because we're so so tired, stayed about 2 hours from where we're going-

Jump cut to it being 5:30AM and two tiny eyes at the side of the bed are whispering

"I wanna go to da beach"

We made it to the beach and within 15 minutes she

-sprinted into the ocean

-came in a centimeter of catching a seagull

-joined a fully adult soccer game

-convinced a group of children to attack her father with squirt guns

We're here for a weeks folks

After a solid three hours of just chaos (and my husband and I tag teaming in and out to idk just survive) she stopped, whispered "I need to eat" and then started sprinting towards the hotel rooftop restaurant, I assume, being led by smell and instinct alone

We did manage to get her back to the hotel to lay down for an hour but she did in fact yell EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT (just that sentence) for that whole hour

Jesus Christ she's joined a bachelorette party

I think we successfully tired her out because she didn't come to the side of the beach and demon whisper BEEEEEEAACH until 7:45 this morning

She's currently shotgunning frootloops and waving at anyone who walks into the lobby

I need a coffee IV

Being a mom to the most extrovert extrovert to ever extrovert is so fun and also so tiring lol

My husband is taking her for a beach walk while he drinks his ghost energy drink and I'm going to get around and then we're going to take her into the city for the day and hope there's enough there to keep her occupied pray for us

Got a voice note of Penny just screaming

I HAFFA GO TO THE OCEAN

hoping my child returns and doesn't give in to the call of Posiedon

SHES FOUND A SECOND COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BACHELORETTE PARTY!? HOW!?

As my husband just pointed out after seeing this post

"She did find them and they were NOT happy that she had to leave, we were harshing their vibe, Penny was not"

Took her on a nighttime beach walk, during low tide when there is a lot of sea foam

Smash cut to penny galloping down the coast screaming DADA THE OCEAN HAS BUBBLES

She's eating a corn dog at 8:45 pm because we straight up couldn't catch her / convince her to leave until now

10:45 pm and I think I'm safe I think she's asleep and I just heard the tiniest

"Ooooooh yeaaaaaaaaaaah" from her bed as she finally ends her day long rendition of everybody wants to be a cat

Can't wait for day 3

I guess she technically slept in cause she's still asleep

She woke me up at 2 am telling me it was time to go to the beach

Kicked her father out of the bed at 5 am

Woke me back up at 6am to ask me if I was done with my sandcastle

And is now still snoring

Went to a cafe that had something called "The Large Fruit Platter"

It was carnage

Broke out on to the balcony buck ass naked

Penny is about to have a full fledged little kid meltdown, she is warm, she is tired, she has skipped her nap and we've had to tell her she unfortunately can't go fishing today (we have no fishing poles- she's never been fishing in her life).

I can see the waterworks coming and sometimes you gotta feel the feelings so I just brace myself

As she takes in that first breath to scream, she stops and instead demon whispers "ITS THE MOON!!"

And now she's just, doing a weird little moon dance around the parking lot.

Kids are so amazing and strange.

Tried to fully crash a beach date twice husband finally had to haul her off still yapping to the poor couple who were fully dumbstruck that she has literally no apprehension about anything or anyone

Okay imagine my 34 pound tiny terror standing over this thing yelling DAS A GOOD BOY! Cause that's what was happening.

Waking up to our last day of vacation to Penny Yelling HEY DADA I FELL INTO DA TOILET was both jarring and hilarious

Took her to the Aquarium, she tried to become one with the manta rays. We sprinted the entire thing twice in an hour. She "wants to be a fish"

Tried to lick someone's dog back, caused a table of elderly folks to lose their minds

This is happening, the lore of this spirit is developing as we speak.

Girlfriend just passed right out no warning or nothing she's finally succumbed to the call of the sandman. What a vacation

Just the 5 hour trek home tomorrow people, we survived

Penny woke up at 5:45 am by jumping into our bed and chanting ONE MORE BEACH WALK ONE MORE BEACH WALK and who are we to deny her?

This has gotten even better.

Currently planning this years beach trip

We ARE taking grandparents this time as back up 😂

Borzoi White Mohair with zipper (box for pajamas), glass eyes

It’s so weird that pyjama cases were a thing. They went so abruptly out of fashion, too. The idea was (I think) that it was vaguely indecent to leave your pajamas around, and it definitely spoils the look of your nicely made bed, so lots of people put them under the pillow; but a cuter thing to do was to have a specially made empty stuffed animal or cute purse or pillow thing, with a zipper, and you’d stuff it with your pajamas in the morning and place it cutely on your nicely made bed. Then in the evening, you would unzip and disembowel the soft plump object, and reclaim the pajamas. It wasn’t just a thing for kids; adults did it too. In the kind of pre-1950s novels I like to pick up, authors describe a character’s pyjama case to reveal a bit about the character; but of course they never say why you’d have a pyjama case. “Everyone knows what a horse is.”

I suppose it’s been culturally decided that it’s an unnecessary step in the bedtime process. We’re busy bastards, aren’t we? Who makes their bed every morning, I mean, really?

Perhaps, also, our clothing is no longer of the material and methodology where you have to spend extra time/attention/tools on them. Pyjama cases may have had some benefit - extending the life of the pyjamas, or something. Perhaps it was more common in those days for mice to climb into your silk pyjamas, or they kept them from being attacked by dogs, or something. It’s possible that there are unspoken benefits to keeping your pyjamas in a stuffed toy, which previous generations knew instinctively and we have forgotten. Some people are like that, they maintain rituals and practices that don’t get written down, and so become arcana. My father-in-law owns special clothing maintenance tools such as shoe trees (which you place in your shoes every night at night) and trouser presses (in which you leave your worn-but-not-dirty trousers overnight so they are crisp in the morning). He irons his pocket handkerchiefs - why? so that they fold into a precise pocket shape, with the same fold pattern as plastic-wrapped disposable tissues: the optimised shape for pockets. You are not going to read in the literature about there being a reason for ironing pocket handkerchiefs. It is a habit that is not captured by history. You have to speak to a practitioner to even consider that there is a specific value in pocket handkerchief folding. Maybe we operate at a remove from the people who could have told us why they bothered with the idea and then stopped.

You can buy a selection of pyjama cases online, but with no explanation of why you’d want to, it’s hard to see how this helps. The only real thing i can see is that it’s cute and tidies the pyjamas up, but we’ve all decided that untidy pyjamas are a problem that doesn’t need solving.

Pyjama cases have no Wikipedia article; search engines have nothing to offer. Old books only self-reference them being a normal thing. Someone who knows about pyjama cases or textile history could heroically fill this in. Please do. Otherwise, this tumblr post is going to suddenly become the leading analysis of pyjama cases, and that would be sad.

Some one shouldered glamour in tight pleated silk jersey. It can only be Madame Grès, bringing her familiar technique to a black evening dress with a slash of scarlet. Late 1940s, sold via Kerry Taylor Auctions.

ur clothes size doesnt say anything. like it doesnt say anything abt u as a person but it also especially doesnt say anything about what size your clothes are

Shoutout to fat & plus sized disabled people.

Shoutout to people whose disabilities have nothing to do with their weight

Shoutout to people whose disabilities are related to their weight

Shoutout to people whose weight caused/impacted their disability

Shoutout to people whose disability caused/impacted their weight

Shoutout to people who get harassed for merely existing as a fat disabled person

Y’all are beautiful, and valid, and do not deserve criticism or hate just for living your life. You deserve proper medical treatment, respect, accommodation and acceptance.

lil tip for everyone bc I feel like people often do the opposite of this out of internalized fatphobia

eat a big meal directly before trying on new clothes. you wanna know whether those outfits will still be comfortable on you after you've eaten. it's not shameful and is in fact very natural to be bigger at different times of day and it's okay to accommodate yourself feeling comfortable during those times too I promise 💛

The fbi wants me

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Good luck fucko my original posts get 40 notes max

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sometimes I remember how on the last day of my high school latin class our teacher had us gather around his laptop to show us latin memes on tumblr and my best friend and I just gaped at each other in abject horror. we couldn’t figure out if our teacher was just showing us memes on a Fun Website He Had Found or if he was a tumblr user for real. but he knew how to navigate it. years have passed but it haunts me. he could still be out here

Reblog to help find a lost connection.

do NOT do this