New Year New Mountain Goats

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.

Yugo GV, one of the worst car in history.

Pistachio Sour Cream Cheesecake

a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

She had a way of embroidering her life with stars.

L.M. Montgomery, "Old Man Shaw's Girl" (Chronicles of Avonlea)

You have a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.

William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Midsummer Nights Dream, New York City Ballet Production

Albert Lynch Joan of Arc in prayer

Oil on canvas, 95 x 47 cm, 19th-20th century

Art by John Stone

On the Seashore, George Elgar Hicks (1879)