#CANONIZED

[kiskivmiske]

Grandma Tawny forgot to take her pills and is crushing HARD on a crinkled triple divorcee

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

You know, I firmly hope to be canonized one day. I reek of virtue.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, March 2, 1950 [#226]  

[rabbitcruiser]

Joan of Arc was canonized as a saint of the Roman Catholic Church on 16 May 1920 by Pope Benedict XV in his bull Divina disponente.  

[that-sweet-jester]

poor Sevika's been embarrassed ever since, yet still stuck around😔✊

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

when I was a little kid at some point I got upset with my parents because I didn't have a crucifix in my bedroom and they did- I was like why do YOU get to be safe from vampires??? you're okay with me getting my blood sucked???? so we took a little trip to the catholic store but the one closest to us was run by a group of nuns that had been moved here from romania. I got a little baby pink cross and this sweet old nun was like 'aww, is this a baptism gift?' and I was like no. I need to be protected from vampires. and she immediately got SO serious and was like 'this is the best one we've got, you'll definitely be safe' and since she was literally from vampire land I was convinced she was like, van helsing. like the whole time my parents had been laughing about how cute my fear was but she literally Knew dracula and was taking my concerns seriously I held this over my parents for so long lmfao

[love-byers]

bisexuality demons were kicking his ass

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[matthewinatrenchcoat]

Still can't get over the fact that stan canonically wrote fanfics

[some-pers0n]

I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like

[orphetoon]

when there’s historical romance written abt ur friends

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

No letter from you, my darling. It's very hard. But all I wish is that this silence does not mean that you are down. For the rest, I will wait, I'll wait as long as it takes. The day has been beautiful and sweet, the evening is falling now, I long for your tenderness, I long for one of those hours when life marks a truce. I feel a more relaxed heart today by the way. Yes, you are right, it's the evenings in Ermenonville that we have to think about. And I think about it, I always think about it to find the courage I need until the end of the month. 

Today, Vivet*, one of my Combat foals, came to lunch. You know him, we saw him at Ermenonville. He's a nice guy that I like. He told me stories about Combat**, the change of ownership, the ugly kitchen, etc. This is the end of a beautiful story. Because it was a beautiful story. And I was still attached to that newspaper - one of the few clean things I had been able to create. On the other hand, it's better that the liquidation is complete. Other than that, we laughed together, and I felt comforted by those few moments with a normal man. I usually benefit from the company of my sister-in-law. It is the kind that if, to better welcome her, one serves filet at the table, she only says: "At home, we only eat pot-au-feu." You can see it from here. But I smile imperturbably, for the sake of my good man of a brother. 

You know, I firmly hope to be canonized one day. I reek of virtue. My darling, my sweet love, what's become of you? Where are you? Are you not tired of my letters, of this man so distant and so disappointing. Do you still love me? Oh, I want so much to hear you say it. But it will come. And until then I expect nothing but the certainty that your heart breathes and lives. Take good care of yourself, at least. Think about the physical, about your health. For the moment, that's the most important. 

I count the days now, one by one, the last one will have your face. I worked badly today (Vivet). But last night, waking up, ideas came to me, which I wrote down and which gave a sharper form to what I want to do. I went back to sleep, thinking of you. Write, my dear heart, my beautiful love, if you can. Tell me the details, but also your heart. Don't forget the one who loves you and who is waiting for you, impatiently. Ah! I sometimes stomp with rage at the slowness of time. But here you are, aren't you? I feel you against me and the long exile is over. The kisses rain down on your dear face. See you tomorrow, my dearest love. I love you.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, March 2, 1950 [#226]

* Jean-Pierre Vivet (1920-1998), a former collaborator of Combat, who later led a career as a journalist and editor.

** After the departure of Pascal Pia, Albert Camus left Combat management himself on June 3, 1948, noting the commercial failure of the newspaper and the debates it aroused around its political position.

[mosslingg]

life lessons with grunkle ford

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[youwillfindilluminating]

from ariana's insta stories 11-29-2024