One day, her husband will return to her, retiring from seafaring. Until then, she will wait for him and watch the horizon for his sails

Fucking cool, dammit

As promised, a chocolate cake with whiskey

It smells AMAZING

Rain is soup season. It's comforting, warm, and filling. The world at large is a dumpster fire, but at least I have soup

I have a list of movies I really want to watch, now I must decide the order, probably based on availability.