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The Whimsical Muse
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Theatre actor, bookstore connoisseur, autumn enthusiast, cat rescuer, educator, explorer of cobblestone streets, and defender of the Oxford comma.
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To my new followers:

You're in for a rude awakening when you discover that 93% of my posts involve cats, scones, independent bookstores, autumn, the Scottish Highlands, Agatha Christie, and the Oxford comma.

It’s truly not too late to turn back. My advice is to save yourself whilst you can.
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Call me old-fashioned, but I truly believe that exploring the catacombs together with torches in hand beats “dinner and a movie” any day of the week.
January 3, 2026 at 4:14 PM
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At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to read books during a raging snowstorm in front of a crackling fire whilst enjoying a plate of emotional support scones?
January 3, 2026 at 7:11 PM
At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to read books during a raging snowstorm in front of a crackling fire whilst enjoying a plate of emotional support scones?
January 3, 2026 at 7:11 PM
Call me old-fashioned, but I truly believe that exploring the catacombs together with torches in hand beats “dinner and a movie” any day of the week.
January 3, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Be a hand-written letter in a world full of text messages.
January 1, 2026 at 6:44 PM
My New Year’s resolution is to read more books, eat more scones, and use more Oxford commas.
December 29, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Granted, people can assert that reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula in a dimly-lit café in Prague on a snowy day whilst having multiple cappuccinos and croissants “won’t fix you”, but they’re failing to understand an undeniable truth:

It certainly can’t hurt.
December 27, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Does anyone else spend this time of year having no bloody clue what day of the week it is?
December 26, 2025 at 4:26 PM
I wish I loved anything as much as cats love empty boxes.
December 25, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Dear Santa:

All I want for Christmas is for the Oxford comma to be cherished, loved, and respected.
December 23, 2025 at 6:00 PM
All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a raging snowstorm, an Agatha Christie novel, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, a purring cat, and a basket of emotional support scones.
December 22, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Discovered that I mistakenly bought decaf coffee beans on my most recent grocery trip, so I ask you to please refrain from telling me that bad things don’t happen to good people.
December 22, 2025 at 12:36 PM
In celebration of the winter solstice, it's the perfect night to make soup in a cauldron over an open fire with your local forest witch.
December 21, 2025 at 7:49 PM
All I want for Christmas is to open up an independent bookstore that doubles as a café and triples as a cat rescue.
December 20, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Okay but hear me out:

A book club, and everyone brings a cat.
December 19, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Your library card is the most priceless card you will ever own.
December 18, 2025 at 6:32 PM
I like my Christmas films like I like my pizza:

Extra cheesy.
December 18, 2025 at 4:19 PM
What do I want for Christmas?

A mysterious manor in the Scottish countryside, a library of vintage novels, a collection of the world’s rarest wines, an owl to deliver and retrieve my post, a butler with a mysterious backstory, and my own personal pastry chef.

I'm really not that hard to shop for.
December 17, 2025 at 7:09 PM
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you’re under no obligation to justify yourself to anyone if you decide to spend the entire day reading books and eating cinnamon rolls.
December 16, 2025 at 3:58 PM
Just a friendly reminder to surround yourself with the kind of people who support their local library, theatre, bakery, bookstore, and café.
December 15, 2025 at 3:00 PM
After years of being curious about my lineage, I finally received my ancestry results. Apparently I'm 12% Scottish Highlands cottage, 16% used bookstore, 9% October, 13% cat rescue, 11% rainswept cobblestone side street, 7% dimly-lit café in Prague, 17% scone, and 15% Oxford comma.
December 13, 2025 at 6:02 PM
At the moment, I'm regrettably not reading Agatha Christie in a Scottish Highlands cottage during a raging snowstorm whilst enjoying a plate of emotional support scones, so no, I'm afraid your email did not "find me well."
December 12, 2025 at 4:02 PM
I don’t understand why people ask you a question if they don’t want an honest answer. I was asked by someone what I would like for Christmas, but apparently a secluded castle on the Scottish coast “isn’t realistic.”
December 11, 2025 at 6:42 PM