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a roman toddler’s footprint in red clay tile 🥺 (ancient Vasio Vocontiorum)

a little kid came up to the desk (it came up to his like, collarbone) and very seriously asked me about baby name books, because he wanted to help name his new sibling. i guided him to the shelf (there were only two book of names) and pointed out the differences between them, and after some serious contemplation he went, “I think I should take both, just in case.” So I gave him both and he thanked me and went on his way.

And I went back to my desk and screamed into my arm for like 45 years because HE WAS SO FUCKING ADORABLE AAAAA

More Gravity Falls.

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture, 1953

BIRTHDAY

DID I MENTION MY BIRTHDAY IS MONDAY? MY BIRTHDAY IS MONDAY. A VERY IMPORTANT BIRTHDAY. IT'S ON MONDAY. OCTOBER THIRD. MY BIRTHDAY. Just saying.

A treat for you! Happy Halloween.

It shrank and got frozen on it's way here I think but thanks‼‼‼‼‼‼‼‼

Kapsai region, Lithuania

More of that punk Russian twerp.

I decided I needed angst so here it is. It’s after the third partition of Poland when she still believed that Poland was dead.

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{In shaky handwriting, a mix between Polish and Russian with a few tear spots on the paper}

Dear Pol,

I need you. I hurt so much. My head is so fuzzy. My hand is shaking, though you can probably tell from my handwriting. Oh my God- you know I don’t say that often. I just can’t think of anything better to say. Russia had me spend from dawn to noon shoveling the animal waste. Afterwards was moving these heavy things then cleaning then cooking dinner for everyone. After that I had to clean up the stables again. I can’t remember the last time I ate. I can’t get rid of the smell. Please. Please don’t be dead. I’m losing hope. My head is so fuzzy. I feel like I’m forgetting who I am. I feel like I’m becoming a mindless servant. Please. Please don’t be dead. I need you please don’t be dead.

Your wife,

Gabi