You have a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
The more despair I endure in life, the more I love Frodo. I'm just. I'm so glad that Tolkien wrote him like that. He was a hero and it broke him. He was given too much to carry. The circumstances were dire, everyone was doing the best they could, and Frodo tried so hard, for such a good cause, and he...broke. And the narrative has pity for him, the characters show him kindness. Even after victory, his hurts did not heal, and it isn't considered his fault. He must go to the undying lands, to seek out peace there. In universe, he is forgiven for being human - don't be pedantic - and his great torment is recognized. He fell. He could not have done it alone. He is still a hero.
And, I think that's important.
I am the queen of ugly (“rustic”) cakes that taste supremely delicious. This one is vanilla bean chiffon cake layers w dark chocolate espresso mousse filling & a salted caramel chai Swiss buttercream frosting. Decorated w sugared rosemary & cranberries 🌿
so sad that we are surrounded by birds and most ppl dont even look at them. how can you look at the beloved pigeon and not admire its stupid little waddle and delightful little rump? how can you see the humble house sparrow and not be enraptured by its adorable little cap and splendid black bib? how can you see a seagull and not admire it’s size (very big when you think about it) and it’s tenacity in targeting humans, the most obnoxious and dangerous of all gods creatures? open your eyes
J.W. Chapman-Taylor Botanical hothouse 1900-1930 color photograph from autochrome plate Museum of New Zealand - Te Papa Tongarewa; Collection: Photography