Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

I WILL

I will make you a casserole

I'm wearing outfits you people wouldn't believe. Black blouses sliding off my shoulder at the scene of the crime. I wore theee layers of glitter in the dark places near the corners of my eyes. All those costumes will be in my memory, like silverplate. Time to dress.

Came up with a character name and then went that HAS to be a Friends at the Table character yet I can't find evidence of a Torchlight Candleabra anywhere

Had a first date with a cute girl the other week where we watched Wrath of Khan and I (naturally) popped off every time I saw the reliant because I (naturally) get excited whenever I see a Miranda Class starship (who wouldn't) and yet despite my obvious and loud dorkery I scored a second date

Zoomies may have been the solution all along

Fuckin awoo n all that

It's real fuckin werewolf hours rn

Sometimes I think back on the gay elders who gave me insight and guidance and kept me as safe as they could when I was so young and I wish I could hug them again. I often get so frustrated with the rhetoric that we have no elders because they all died, because they're still here, they're still out there, and many of them still work hard to help younger generations.

The second spell worked wonders my finger glides right across the pan. May work this foul spell one to two, perhaps even three times

The first spell was cast successfully and the seasoning is almost... purple? Very interesting. Gonna do a couple more layers and get this bad boy back into good shape.

Engaging the dark sorceries¹

¹Seasoning my cast iron

I keep looking at the pictures I took in that look and going "damn femmes are so pretty" and then remember that was me in that look

Every time I do a full face and a dress look I feel about 3,000% fruitier for weeks

The act of making something is dipping your hands into the stream of countless people across a vast expanse of time and bringing them back to life even if it's for just a moment. But that moment lives on in the lifespan of the object you made, this is what an afterlife is to me.

Kinda like how when I'm woodworking I feel the millennia of knowledge distilled into the sharp edges of my knowledge, when I'm making a pot I feel the muddy fingers of someone making the same thing a myriad ago