The Whimsical Muse

But they assured me that cats are "less needy."

But they assured me that cats are "less needy."

It’s the perfect day to disappear into a quaint bookstore, never to be seen again.

If you don’t want to read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein together by lantern light in a lighthouse on the Irish coast during a full moon, then please don’t refer to yourself as “marriage material.”

Sometimes, self-care is reading books, eating pastries, and petting cats.

Standing up for what you believe in is important, noble, and necessary.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but nobody has the right to tell you that a bookshelf with a rolling ladder “won’t fix you.”

Yes waiter, I'll have a cup of tea, a scone, and if it's not too much trouble, perhaps some precedented times?

I really think life‘s struggles can be summed up by one simple sentiment:

So many books, so little time.

Sure, dinner and a film is fine, but can we please normalize bookstore dates, cemetery picnic dates, museum dates, library dates, and stargazing dates?

Thank you kindly, Dr. Chaloux. I truly appreciate that.

Surround yourself with the kind of people who consider The Princess Bride to be one of the greatest films of all-time.

At the moment, I'm regrettably not exploring a quaint bookstore on a cobblestone street in Vienna during a raging thunderstorm, so no, I'm afraid your email did not "find me well.”

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, an Agatha Christie novel, an alluring snowstorm, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, and a basket of freshly-baked emotional support scones?

Remember, if someone asserts that your weekend plans of reading a good book, drinking multiple cups of tea, and indulging in a scandalous amount of cinnamon rolls “doesn’t sound exciting”, then your well-being is simply not important to them.

Just a regular reminder to please support your local theatre, café, bookstore, bakery, and library. We breathe life into these places when we support them.

Without us, they can't survive, and truthfully, without them, neither can we.

All I want is a cobblestone street in Prague, a dimly-lit quaint café, a rainy day, a vintage version of Bram Stoker's Dracula, and an endless supply of cappuccinos and croissants.

Just took a personality test and apparently I exhibit the traits of a quaint bookstore on a rainswept cobblestone side street in Edinburgh.

If you don’t want to read Agatha Christie together by candlelight whilst sharing tea and scones in a humble cottage in the Scottish Highlands during a raging snowstorm, then please don’t tell me you’re “open to trying new things.”

Give her what she really wants for Valentine’s Day: A bookshelf with a rolling ladder, a vintage bottle of Château Margaux, a basket of fresh pastries, and a candlelight meal where she can dine on the hearts of all who've wronged her.

Don’t allow anyone to tell you that your desire to purchase a castle on the Scottish coast is “not in line with the realities of the current housing market."

Does anyone else, in response to their pet giving a random whimper, meow, or bark, lovingly respond “I know” when in fact, you actually…don’t know?

At the end of the day, don't we all just want to read books and eat pastries?

Just a friendly reminder that you’re not being “unreasonable” if you wish to pull a book from a bookshelf and find that it opens a secret door.

If anyone tells you otherwise, they were never your friend to begin with.

Someone stated that I post too frequently about the Oxford comma.

I found their comment to be impudent, offensive, and untrue.

At the moment, I'm regrettably not having cappuccinos and croissants in a quaint café in Vienna, so no, I'm afraid your email did not "find me well.”

I realize that "hustle culture" is all the rage, but what about "sit in front of a cracking fire in a Scottish Highlands cottage whilst reading, sipping tea, and eating scones" culture?