DISORDER JOURNALS

In honour of yesterday being St. Paddy’s day: Quiz Time.

I always love things to do with names, so I like the idea of now being called Oisín. Thanks, Wizfeed.

Death Eaters --

Take a fucking holiday. Travel somewhere new. Go on a date. Do some yoga. Hug your children. Eat your favourite food. There are only so many ways to commit murder and you've covered every single one, so sit down, chill and do something meaningful for once in your lives.

And do pray nobody places a bomb underneath your chair as you do it. That'd be unfortunate.


[Dora]

How's my favourite daughter?

[Andromeda]

How's my favourite wife?

After the ... questionable ... poetry I read here the other day, I thought about sharing something of Yeats (it was probably going to be The Song of Wandering Aengus) in honour of Ireland and all, but then I found this other one that was dated approximately 13-17th centuries. Anonymous, of course.

The son of the King of the River Muad,
in midsummer,
found a maiden in a greenwood:
she gave him blackberries
from the bushes,
and as love-token,
strawberries on a rush-tip.

Anyway.

The cat has been hanging out like this today:
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He is ridiculous.