full time book peddler. sleep-deprived pastry student. spotty food blogger. frequent dance partier.
“i felt my inner cauldron beginning to boil: that bubbling pot of occult brew that could so quickly transform Flavia the Invisible into Flavia the Holy Terror.”
-Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
- i often begin sentences with “well, according to my psychic.”
- i am feeling the weight of her milestone deadlines like a ton of bricks.
- i am finding it hard to make my own decisions without wondering what the tarot cards would say.
- now i’m probably going to be eaten by a herd of street cats when i die, which i will also be blaming on the psychic.
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