Emotional

The line

Take a seat

But I'd rather you not be here for

What could be my final form

Stay your pretty eyes on course

Keep the memories of who I was before

So stay with me because

My body's on the line now

I can't fight this time now

I can feel the light shine on my face

Did I disappoint you?

Will they still let me over

If I cross the line?

Honestly

I thought I was fully prepared for

The threshold in store

Stay your pretty eyes on course

I guess I never really faced my fears before

So stay with me because

My body's on the line now

Pull the blanket tight now

I can feel the light shine on my face

Did I disappoint you?

Will they still let me over

If I cross the line?

Please don't let them see me

Sure there's nothing left to try

I can feel the light shine on my face

Did I disappoint you?

Will they still let me over

If I cross the line?

Into the arcane

I woke up at 2 am and it was totally worth it.

You all delivered even better stories and characters than I would ever expect.

Everyone is perfect. 

PERFECT.

Every relationship, line, second.

I will be forever grateful for this masterpiece. 

I've been a fan, of a lot of things, for a long long time.

I never saw such a quality, *heart* and delivery.

Thank you for this.

Thank you for sharing it with us.

My life is full

Per tutto il resto c'e' mastercard

Selfless, honest, raw

In the vast landscape of the romance genre, it is a rare and precious occasion when I find characters and relationships that resonate *completely* with me. Often, a specific demeanor or a particular dynamic grates on my nerves.

Despite this, I remain an avid reader of romance novels, much like a cinephile who appreciates a well-crafted film, even if it doesn’t strike a personal chord. I can acknowledge the artistry—the direction, the cinematography, the performances—without feeling a deep connection.

However, once in a blue moon, a book emerges that transcends my usual reservations.

A book like "A shore thing" by Joanna Lowell, impeccably crafted, as if tailored for my own soul.

A testament to the power of storytelling: fun, engaging, where all the feelings and spoken words felt real.

A world so vivid, that I couldn't help but deeply adore *every* *single* *character*.

All relatable, three-dimensional, imperfect.

Including, clearly, the protagonists.

Kit is the epitome of dashing charm, his every word and action leaving me breathless.

Witty, daring, attentive.

Freedom and coherence.

And Muriel.

Bold, generous, intelligent, brave, tenacious.

Both accepting, understanding, never trying to change the partner. As to say. "This is me, if you decide to love me. I won't compromise."

I know.

Falling in love with a story is a subjective, almost whimsical experience, where "perfection" is not an objective measure but a personal revelation.

But, for me, this book is pure, quintessential romance.

Selfless, honest, raw.

Winning

Toooooootally here for bragging, but last night, for the first time in 22 cases, we officially beat Sherlock Holmes with 120 points.

(130 - 10)

Tea has loved you

Mind palace

 

Posh on the 4th of July

Because, of course, you rewatch Another Country on the 4th of July.

I don’t think there’s a more beautiful man than Rupert Everett in this movie. And yes, Cary Elwes, Colin Firth, and even Nicholas Rowe (in the crowd) aren’t bad either.

Do your research

Snobbish thought of the day.

I'm following several Victorian tags on Instagram and, recently, everyone is posting reels showing the most diverse Victorian things claiming "Bridgerton vibes."

I admit that I don't like Bridgerton (not judging here, just not my thing) and I barely lasted a couple of episodes, but, folks, Bridgerton is Regency...

Hold it

Unsharable

I don't even know where to start describing this day.

I teared up most of the morning.

I talked books most of the afternoon.

I don't know how or, honestly, *if* I will actually share any photos.

Because the truth is that not everything can be shared.

Or it should be.

Because no matter how I accurately edit my pictures, you won't ever know the gentle slope of Mount Charles, or the sound of the Crown, the quiches at SU during the class break, Eamon's passion for olives, people coming back from the Kremlin at 3 am, Maggie's soups, gli obliqui, shouting from the mezzanine common phone, the pub bell at 11, Napoleon's Nose at sunset.

And I think, overall, it makes *total sense* that the only thing I share today is this.

(NOT) a short list

“Any idea who else you’re going to ask into this madness?”

“I have some ideas,” Ar’alani said. “I’ll start with Thrawn’s friends.”

Ba’kif grunted. “I’m guessing that’s a short list.”

Ar’alani nodded heavily. “Yes. It is.”

~

Actually, it is not.

At all.

I'm amazed by the beautiful souls that this blue man allowed me to meet around the world.

So this simple shot, which was supposed to be just a quick story on IG, will be a milestone post.

Because it was an epic, fun, lovely day.

Because I don't have the words or the ability to express how grateful I am to know intelligent, funny, witty, extraordinary humans as journalsofthewhills (on IG).

(Thank you for listening to my rants for hours and hours)

All the things that I am grateful for

"At night I hear the rhythm of the ocean as it breaks on the shore

And I think about all the things that I am grateful for

And they say, hold on to the ones you love

Keep 'em close to you

And they say, hold on to this time we have

And let the light shine through"

The dreamers of dreams

My gifts for the soul.

We are the music makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams; —

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams: 

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world for ever, it seems.

In my bubble

IG suspension.

And you know why.

I know you know why.

But.

Batuu is such an unlimited joy.

Pure sense of happiness.

And the IG community.

That community is EVERYTHING.

Thank you.

A new adventure