Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

I think cumin came to earth on seeds stuck on the sandals of angels

The Starving Saints by Caitlin Starling is so good I am obsessed with The Constant Lady she scares the hell outta me

I think wizards are a contemptable and foolish lot but sometimes they look sick as hell

Give me that haunted, time travelling, am I losing touch with reality or is reality just way weirder than we thought vibe and I'm a happy reader

I love gothic horror, sweet cozy gothic horror

I started a game months ago that immediately fell apart but basically it started immediately post-relic heist where a scumbag, a nun, and a kid are being chased through interlunar space by several monastic orders attempting to steal/steal back the relic and the premise was so cool and I just want to run it

Once again feeling the aggressive urge to run a Realis game about monastic rivalries

Medieval horror? Don't mind if I do

Plotting out a zine like a medieval monk

Hyperregional coffee company having an above average quality decaf is one of my life's many blessings

Poetry as an organ
Art as a bodily function

Feeling another poem forming like a lump in my throat. Poetry comes out of me like a block (or several blocks) of maple from my throat; it is a painful, uncomfortable passing. But once I hold it in my hands I whittle it into shape, slowly carving it in into what it was born to be.

A better world is possible.
Compassion is within us.
May it be so in our lifetime.

Finished a poem for the first time in years today

Rosemary Rosemary Rosemary Lark

The thing is that I didn't really have much of one, my sleep pattern is just irresponsible, but every person I get with ends up being either nocturnal or never awake.

If you want to be my lover you gotta have a very disordered sleep pattern

I wonder how different early modern Italian is? Like I can't speak Italian anyway but early modern English I can understand for the most part even if I have to stretch my brain from time to time.

This has been random morning musings with Rosemary. Carry on.

The guy just wanted someone to talk to. Someone safe he could talk about his ideas to. Even his priest who brought his case to the Inquisition was like "he's really harmless and a little odd but we all like him, he's a good guy." What I'd give to go back in time, sit down with some cheese and bread, and let him talk my ear off (in this fantasy I can understand early modern Italian I guess).

Once again thinking about Domenico Scandella. A completely normal person to think about in the 21st century