( Jesus to St. Faustina in her diary (via you-before-me) )
The church, which is just steps from the Marienplatz where Munich’s rathaus glockenspiel plays, is famous for the lantern-dome tower created when the building was remodeled in Renaissance style during the 17th century. As you enter St. Peter’s church bear left, and a quarter of the way down the aisle you will find a glass coffin bearing the skeleton of Saint Munditia. Sewn into a transparent body stocking covered with gold and jewels, with glass eyes staring upwards, her remains have been here since their transfer from the Roman catacombs in 1675. She is believed to have been martyred in 310 AD, beheaded with a hatchet.
waking up your friend the morning after a sleepover like
- If you don’t watch a series entirely you are not a true fan
- If you do watch a series entirely you are not a true fan
You are only a true fan if you:
- are powered by electricity
- have multiple flat blades
- spin around really fast
i got so mad then laughed so hard
an emotional roller coaster from start to finish
This says so much with so little. The expert editing to the character of ‘Mum’ whose sudden interruption of our protagonist’s enjoyment is both comical and concise, offering a logical narrative development quickly. ‘Mum’ need not address herself as ‘Mum’, she need merely refer to “my car” and we can work out her relation to the protagonist from the previous information we’ve been given. New depths are added by the clear immaturity of our protagonist as she sings about being in her mother’s car before issuing a child-like “Broom Broom”, telling us that she is not ready to be driving her mother’s car, so perhaps we don’t want her to win in her objectives. This also creates a plausible explanation as to why ‘Mum’ doesn’t want her daughter in her car, turning the mother figure from a one-dimensional antagonist to a fully-formed character in her own right. And finally the small, underplayed, “aww”, which, in its lack of surprise and tone of dull acceptance, forces us to speculate that this isn’t the first time our protagonist has experienced this twisting narrative. We are always held back from our dreams. We always repeat our mistakes. But life continues nevertheless. Broom broom. Broom broom, indeed.
formal ended up super great and my saree pleats stayed perfect the whole time!! c: