Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Despite the life I've lived I still have smile lines around my eyes

Why, here you go, my lord, a fresh bottle of water. Oh no need to thank me, my lord, the only thanks I, your humble advisor, needs is to enjoy the pleasure of your wetted lips. Yes, my lord, drink up—

She

Once again thinking of her, one of the Hesperides in Botticelli's Primavera

@budsofstone but which one brings abundance, which one brings good fortune, and which one is the splendor that is in the radiance of light?

Coffee

Great are my sorceries, magnificent is my power, it flows through my veins and my body, it is alarmingly itchy

It is a shame I cannot use fell omens and foul portents as an excuse to call out of work

Butches
*Melts into a puddle of butchly affection*

Femmes
*Melts into a puddle of butchly adoration*

Cast out of heaven before admittance
I found you beside the river.
There I learned heaven is not above us,
but the work of love on this earth.

Your fingers dipped in shimmering gold
split a trail down my swollen lips.
Red runs over radiant knuckles
and my chin remains held.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61363669

Lt. Commander Mag Zilber shares in the time honored Starfleet tradition of ship's engineers loving the age of sail. She invites the much older (but new) Romulan officer, Ensign Setak, to the holodeck to experience a part of human history. But it doesn't take long for the two of them to get distracted and the game changes—

U.S.S. T'riall Season 1 Episode 3: Laugh'd to See the Sails Conceived

What does a materialist need mysticism for?

I don't have a good answer for you; however, while describing the interactions of clouds of particles can be beautiful in its own right, I can't help but get lost in the sublime when faced with a golden sunrise or the laughter of an infant when they discover something new. I cannot help making chicken soup as a potion of good health or saying a prayer in the face of agony. Maybe there's no material soul but the universe sees itself through our eyes.

One of these nights I'll get some real sleep, it's coming, I will it so.

I love Spock

Every day I wake up filled to the brim with ideas, every night I fall asleep overflowing. Isn't it neat that the universe has clouds of atoms that look back at itself and plays with what it could be?