I made chicken and dumplings from scratch last night and it was fantastic!
Being a teacher is hard work. The closest I ever did was substitute teach, and I know that’s nothing in comparison. I have a lot of respect for the teachers who care
Teachers. I love you when you love your kids, and I wish the system wasn’t rigged to make you all hate your jobs.
I have forgotten that men cannot see Unicorns. If men no longer know what they’re looking at, there may be other unicorns in the world yet, unknown, and glad of it.
The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them.
— Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
((With apologies to Peter S. Beagle))
Florence + The Machine | Cosmic Love
Especially just browsing through meaningless garbledy-goop on Tumblr.