June was the month for Shakespeare & opera.

I’m getting that itch to redecorate and my fiancé isn’t here to help or stop me.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you.

for the record, this is a satire about feminine power and wellness, closer to psychological thriller than horror. it’s about the decision to eat, not the act of eating. and I don’t do gore, but I DO love puns

I will take any and all excuses to feel like I’m in a Sofia Coppola film or a Renoir painting. ☁️

Someday Lisa Kleypas will write another book and that is the day I know the world will have potential again.

If you see this post a bird

mentally, I’m here

Sometimes I consider getting back into blogging — but then I reread my own personal journal entries and just think “the melodrama of it all might be a bit much.”

today’s little joy is vegetable soup 🥣

I love when words turn out to be older than they seem. Like: Jane Austen could have known what an android was. People you're allowed to imagine, without violence to historical possibility, having brunch: John Ruskin, Queen Victoria, Thomas Hardy

still trying this whole ‘romanticising every day life’ thing

I think about this a lot.

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The hallmark of a good (audio)book is pausing, shrieking at a particularly good plot point or sentence, and then continuing to read/hitting play again.

Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.

Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.

I might have said, and I quote, “if it feels like Beatrix Potter, then it belongs in the apartment.”

After overcoming some life chaos, I start as I intend to go on — with the return of mirror selfies and photos of my cat.