MinxMarple
@minxmarple.bsky.social
astrophel
No cheating, your last saved celebrity pic is your therapist.
No cheating, your last saved celebrity pic is your therapist
eggs: en cocotte
steak: with frites
milk: as a pudding
alcohol: champagne
warm drink: violet tea
eggs: in baked goods
steak: i don’t think i’ve ever eaten it
milk: prefer soya but the one i buy has started curdling in coffee so back to dairy
alcohol: no thank you
warm drink: earl grey, WITH milk
it's because it's a dwarf variety that has slipped itself into growing bigger, it's so heavily scented it's unreal
AMEN you will not be remotely surprised to hear me screech from the bleachers
Finally found an hour to lie in bed and read the (meteor) hot book 🥵
Got another three weeks of teaching before the summer semester starts. 😭 (but at least my undergrad teaching finishes today and the degree show is up).
Thanks Ellie, I enjoyed this book by @andrewgallix.bsky.social a lot!
Where is that post that had a leopard in it which vanished in reordering as I tried to read it and now has the status of The One That Got Away in my fevered brain?
This, unfortunately. Singularly disappointingly undepraved so far.
No worries, it’s May, I don’t even remember my name let alone how to read 😘
got what they paid for (absolute nepo art). and i have had the best laugh i've had in ages.
First portrait of King since coronation unveiled
First portrait of King since coronation unveiled
Queen Camilla is said to have looked at the painting and told the artist: "Yes, you've got him."
www.bbc.co.ukI hadn’t automatically associated vacuum with a machine so I spent a little time gazing at this in awe at your vacuum-halting powers 😂
Don’t feel cute but I *am* wearing a raincoat so yellow it’s like an emergency warning.
No, Isabella, you are not going to pick a fight with someone you don’t know because you are exhausted and want a biscuit.
Columbines is my favourite name for them, but aka aquilegia and granny’s bonnets.
night’s report given in tiny flexions / a thumb fleets over the mouth / which kisses / wishing that you never had to leave / wishing you’d die here.
The intimate choreographies of the bed / where entangled sleep has been the night’s order / the morning’s order / the burn of peeling hot skin from hot skin / knee slung possessively across thighs / hand slipped behind the neck /
I’ve been idly thinking about the time zone and the havoc a single hour has played in my life.
Good afternoon to the unclear moves, the shrouded motives, the feints, the wilful disambiguation, the obfuscate, the knowing that each action causes a correspondence.
good morning to the obvious moves we can’t see and the emptiness of following through with them, no context, just expectation