
To Be a Witch
This is wrong. All wrong.
*blows a whistle*
*throws a red flag on the field*
Foul on the Play.
NO. *throws things*
Howling, ramblings, musings, and murmurs.
Pagan, Animist, writer, Gemini, folklorist, freelancer, hermit, wanderer, cat lover, crafter, scholar, and witch.
I drink, swear, curse, talk about gods, eat too much, bake frequently, nap often, and never stop.
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To Be a Witch
This is wrong. All wrong.
*blows a whistle*
*throws a red flag on the field*
Foul on the Play.
NO. *throws things*
Not sure that I’ve ever been so honored to introduce someone as I am right now.
Gac Filipaj is a refugee from the former Yugoslavia. For the past twelve years, he has worked as a janitor for Columbia University. His job title is “Heavy Cleaner,” which includes emptying the trash and cleaning the toilets.
During this time, he worked until 11pm every night during the week. After his shift concluded, he would start studying. This weekend, after twelve years of study, Gac graduated from Columbia University with a Classics degree. Rarely have so many qualities I admire been wrapped up in a single person.
“Hurry up I don’t want to look like a drunk by myself.”
Needless to say tonight is going to be interesting.
My absolute favourite cat ever. This is a manul, or pallas cat. Found in the Afghan mountains, they’re one of the oldest pure-blood cousins of our own goggies.
Nyoooooo~~~
pallas cats are so weird. they always look angry and the fact that they have round pupils instead of slitted make them resemble a tiny angry man
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Standing Cup and Cover
Matthäus Baur II, 1695-1700
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
The Vicarello Goblet
Roman, 1st century BC- 1st century AD

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Words that don’t exist in the english language:
L’esprit d’escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.
Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Gigil: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.
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