Honestly… this is me. Getting all dolled up to go read a book.

I feel you, Francis Bacon.

This frontispiece is found in Of the advancement and proficience of learning or the partitions of sciences(1640).

brawltogethernow:

What a way to find out your kids went on a whole-ass portal fantasy adventure at some point.

headless-twink:

Me: what if you were the secret librarian?

Son: wouldn’t be a secret library. I have nothing to hide.

Daughter: so not a secret librarian. A goodlibrarian.

Me: you two are on a wavelength I can’t understand

supreme-leader-stoat:

But what if I want to be the secret librarian?

skiplo-wave:

The kids are right Jazz

headless-twink:

Daughter: don’t trust the secret librarian.

Son: any librarian who hoards a library to themselves is hiding something.

Daughter: /nods seriously/

Me: why are you two talking as if from experience should I be concerned

headless-twink:

Me: what if there aren’t any gardeners or librarians.

Son: there’s always a librarian. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And it’s a garden, there has to be someone taking care of it or it isn’t really a garden.

Me:

Me: this was supposed to be lighthearted

headless-twink:

I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”