Gabrielle
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‘one of the dozens of people worldwide that live in a country that's not America’
I’m here for #ShakespeareSunday.
Currently between gardens, so enjoying yours vicariously. 🍏🍒
I’m here for #ShakespeareSunday.
Currently between gardens, so enjoying yours vicariously. 🍏🍒
Henceforward do your messages yourself.’🤣
November 23, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Henceforward do your messages yourself.’🤣
‘to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls’
#ShakespeareSunday
#ShakespeareSunday
November 23, 2025 at 7:46 AM
‘to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls’
#ShakespeareSunday
#ShakespeareSunday
‘O partido de Ventura fica em terceiro lugar em todas as regiões, mas o Norte destaca-se pela negativa.’
O Norte lembra-se!
www.jn.pt/nacional/art...
O Norte lembra-se!
www.jn.pt/nacional/art...
November 21, 2025 at 10:47 AM
‘O partido de Ventura fica em terceiro lugar em todas as regiões, mas o Norte destaca-se pela negativa.’
O Norte lembra-se!
www.jn.pt/nacional/art...
O Norte lembra-se!
www.jn.pt/nacional/art...
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
HVI 1 1.2
#ShakespeareSunday
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
HVI 1 1.2
#ShakespeareSunday
November 16, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
HVI 1 1.2
#ShakespeareSunday
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
HVI 1 1.2
#ShakespeareSunday
Love it! My favourite is this little owl, looking adoringly up at her.
November 2, 2025 at 9:34 AM
Love it! My favourite is this little owl, looking adoringly up at her.
‘For treason is but trusted like the fox,
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.’
HIV I 5.2
#ShakespeareSunday
As an adult woman, Jemima Puddle-duck’s encounter with the sandy-whiskered gentleman makes uncomfortable reading.
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.’
HIV I 5.2
#ShakespeareSunday
As an adult woman, Jemima Puddle-duck’s encounter with the sandy-whiskered gentleman makes uncomfortable reading.
November 2, 2025 at 7:37 AM
‘For treason is but trusted like the fox,
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.’
HIV I 5.2
#ShakespeareSunday
As an adult woman, Jemima Puddle-duck’s encounter with the sandy-whiskered gentleman makes uncomfortable reading.
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.’
HIV I 5.2
#ShakespeareSunday
As an adult woman, Jemima Puddle-duck’s encounter with the sandy-whiskered gentleman makes uncomfortable reading.
‘But as I travell’d hither through the land,
I find the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear’
King John, Act IV, Sc II
#ShakespeareSunday
I find the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear’
King John, Act IV, Sc II
#ShakespeareSunday
November 2, 2025 at 7:26 AM
‘But as I travell’d hither through the land,
I find the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear’
King John, Act IV, Sc II
#ShakespeareSunday
I find the people strangely fantasied;
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear’
King John, Act IV, Sc II
#ShakespeareSunday
‘the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again’
Macbeth 3.4
#ShakespeareSunday
Macbeth 3.4
#ShakespeareSunday
October 26, 2025 at 12:12 AM
‘the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again’
Macbeth 3.4
#ShakespeareSunday
Macbeth 3.4
#ShakespeareSunday
October 19, 2025 at 6:06 AM
October 19, 2025 at 5:30 AM
My favourite #Cranach, the imaginatively titled ‘Portrait of a Woman’.
Normally available to view in the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., but now 🥴
Normally available to view in the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., but now 🥴
October 18, 2025 at 7:18 PM
My favourite #Cranach, the imaginatively titled ‘Portrait of a Woman’.
Normally available to view in the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., but now 🥴
Normally available to view in the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., but now 🥴
Don’t forget the bog butter 😋
October 18, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Don’t forget the bog butter 😋
This is my favourite. When I went to visit him in Sparta, he was unfortunately out visiting Chicago…
October 15, 2025 at 9:38 AM
This is my favourite. When I went to visit him in Sparta, he was unfortunately out visiting Chicago…
‘I'll find a day to massacre them all
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.’
Titus Andronicus 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.’
Titus Andronicus 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday
October 12, 2025 at 2:55 PM
‘I'll find a day to massacre them all
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.’
Titus Andronicus 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.’
Titus Andronicus 1.1
#ShakespeareSunday
‘the sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis… where's then the saucy boat…?’
T&C 1.3
#ShakespeareSunday
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis… where's then the saucy boat…?’
T&C 1.3
#ShakespeareSunday
October 4, 2025 at 5:28 PM
‘the sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis… where's then the saucy boat…?’
T&C 1.3
#ShakespeareSunday
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis… where's then the saucy boat…?’
T&C 1.3
#ShakespeareSunday
I love that mammoth. Here’s a little amber goose (?) for him to play with!
October 3, 2025 at 8:11 PM
I love that mammoth. Here’s a little amber goose (?) for him to play with!
‘And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.’
AYLI 2.7
#ShakespeareSunday
Dedicated to the creepy, immature tech bros desperately trying to exempt themselves from natural cycles 😏
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.’
AYLI 2.7
#ShakespeareSunday
Dedicated to the creepy, immature tech bros desperately trying to exempt themselves from natural cycles 😏
September 28, 2025 at 9:09 AM
‘And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.’
AYLI 2.7
#ShakespeareSunday
Dedicated to the creepy, immature tech bros desperately trying to exempt themselves from natural cycles 😏
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.’
AYLI 2.7
#ShakespeareSunday
Dedicated to the creepy, immature tech bros desperately trying to exempt themselves from natural cycles 😏
‘Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree’
RJ 3.5
#ShakespeareSunday
A Irreprimível: Sra. Carmen Miranda♥️
RJ 3.5
#ShakespeareSunday
A Irreprimível: Sra. Carmen Miranda♥️
September 28, 2025 at 8:03 AM
‘Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree’
RJ 3.5
#ShakespeareSunday
A Irreprimível: Sra. Carmen Miranda♥️
RJ 3.5
#ShakespeareSunday
A Irreprimível: Sra. Carmen Miranda♥️
I particularly loved these episodes. I’ve been trying to find the particular Chola bronze detailed here for years, which is how I know that each one is subtly different…
September 27, 2025 at 5:41 PM
I particularly loved these episodes. I’ve been trying to find the particular Chola bronze detailed here for years, which is how I know that each one is subtly different…
‘yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With nothing trembles’
RII 2.2
#ShakespeareSunday
I love Little My’s full-body expression: ‘Bring it’
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With nothing trembles’
RII 2.2
#ShakespeareSunday
I love Little My’s full-body expression: ‘Bring it’
August 31, 2025 at 6:39 AM
‘yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With nothing trembles’
RII 2.2
#ShakespeareSunday
I love Little My’s full-body expression: ‘Bring it’
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With nothing trembles’
RII 2.2
#ShakespeareSunday
I love Little My’s full-body expression: ‘Bring it’
August 31, 2025 at 6:17 AM
‘She squeezed a snowball and hit the squirrel on the head with her first throw. And then Little My stepped out of the cave to take possession of the winter’
August 29, 2025 at 3:19 PM
‘She squeezed a snowball and hit the squirrel on the head with her first throw. And then Little My stepped out of the cave to take possession of the winter’