Joy Sullivan, from “At the Airport”, Instructions for Traveling West
it wild to me that there are people out there who aren't interested in history
like wdym you don't think about the fact that women would tell stories as they made butter in the same way we listen to podcasts today? wdym you don't think about that one Chinese poet who wrote about how much he loved his cats hundreds of years ago? wdym you don't think about the fact that we found a gravesite of a young child surrounded by flowers from THOUSANDS of years ago? wdym you don't think about how people wrote "i was here" into the walls in Pompeii? wdym you don't think about the little egyptian boy who drew little doodles at the top of his school works more then a thousand years ago?
wdym you don't think about the fact that people, no matter the place, time, or social status, are fundamentally no different from you. that they loved the same as you, enjoyed the same things you did, dreamed about a better life the same way you did. that despite how seemingly detached you are from these people, in time, place, and culture, the things you do and what u are is so undeniably human that it transcends time and space
tagged by @blixabargelds, @weimarweekly, and @drylite! mwahh! giving john egan a heart attack, god bless
Gale looks small and wounded and terrified, hands wrung together in his lap. "They said your heart stopped." "That so?" John says, and even those two words are difficult to get out. He's exhausted, feels worn to the bone. He wants Gale to leave and wants him to stay here and beg forgiveness, prostrate next to John's hospital bed. He's so happy Gale is here he could weep.
tagging @pleasuretrade and @prevalent-masters if you want
Callum Turner... this is your conscience speaking... let your curls grow back... please...
don't forget to tear apart and overanalyze every detail of that entirely positive social interaction you just had that initially made you feel good but now you're not so sure ok love you
Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.