"No trophies of my triumphs precede me. But I have lived well, and my ghost shall rest easy. Men are but flesh and blood. They know their doom, but not the hour."
--Sir Patrick Stewart has passed away at 86. We have enjoyed many of his performances over the years, including his depiction of Emperor Uriel Septim VII.
Happened to me in 2021. Went in for terrible pain in my pelvis. I’m thin so they said it was colitis exacerbated by anxiety. Sent me home with no imaging or even a palpation. Went to another hospital the next day. The x-ray found a softball sized endometrioma.
Lost an ovary. Surgeon ended up butchering me ~because I'm just so widdle compared to her usual patients~ (yes, she said that to me). Almost died of sepsis after my intestines ruptured about 10 days later. Lost about a meter of intestines...
It strikes me as funny (hmm not haha) that religious nationalism is a primary contributor to this nation's nosediving literacy rates when protestantism was directly reponsible for the common folk's literacy to begin with.
You gotta let me know if you're uncomfortable with pet names or else I'll be calling you all sorts of punkins and dears and sweethearts without thinking about it.
A test batch inspired by a friend's OC + doodle of said OC chillin' in the tub. Most of the batch was sent off to the friend.
Fragrance: Saffron, anise, blackberry, black currant musk, and a lil herb.



















