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Why did she say that?
âHarper hates me. The real kind. Thereâs nothing I can say to her, because she wonât accept anything from me. Iâm her enemy. Iâm everything she never wants to be.â
That seems very much unlike Harper.Â
âThank you.â
âBecause it just is blue.â
No. I learned this a very long time ago. Please bear with me. The light we see looks white but it is not. It is made up of all colours. Think of the sky as a giant, blank piece of parchment, if you will, and know that energy travels in waves. Every colour has a different length to its wave and those waves usually travel in a straight line, only this light canât. Our atmosphere doesnât allow for it. It is scattered in every different direction, many times. Blueâs waves are quite small and are therefore scattered more than any other colour of the rainbow. That is why the sky is blue.Â
Have you ever seen a blue sunset or sunrise? By those points, the light travels so far that the blue light has been scattered completely, allowing you to see the rest of the colours. Blue is not ordinary, it is special. Lucky. The important part is that you were absolutely right about the technicolour, and right now you are ignoring that every one of them exists while making blue feel terrible for getting lucky, and you are allowing the sky to be ordinary.
âWhen I was little, I told my dad the sky is blue, and he told me I was wrong. The sky isnât blue. Blue is ordinary, and the sky is extraordinary. The sky is any color I can make it: purple, red, yellow, green. Itâs so much more than blue. So I believed the sky was technicolor, even though everyone else thought itâs blue. I thought I was so special, so different, to think that. But Iâm not, because the sky isnât technicolor. Itâs fucking blue. The sky is blue, Jude, and Iâm just some lunatic whoâs thought itâs technicolor for her whole stupid life.â
Of course itâs blue, Scout.Â
Do you know why it is the sky looks blue?Â
âI AM LOSING MY GOD DAMNED MIND, JUDE!â she screamed, immediately grateful that her home was free of Diggles. She breathed noticeably shaky, her body quivered, and tears fell from her eyes. The entire picture looked not in the least bit like Scout Diggle. In fact, she didnât feel like Scout. She transcended to a shadow of herself, if that. âIâm drowning, and I canât swim out. I donât know which way is up. I donât know who I am anymore.â
{Instantaneously, Jude shut his mouth. Instantaneously, he felt both flattened and, more importantly, concerned without care for anything he had said or felt in the moments and weeks before this moment. No matter how he felt, this wasnât Scout. This was not Scout, and Jude could think of nothing more frightening.}
What happened to you?Â
âContext.âÂ
You will come back for me. Are you serious?
You drop that three days before graduation without any reason at all and then, all of a sudden, you donât know if youâre going. All of a sudden you need to owl me because something has made you hesitate, but I get no explanation for anything. I get nothing. I understand you donât owe that to me but I am very tired of being an unquestionable placebo.Â
I am sorry something is happening to you, Jude, but I am leaving. Wait for me. I will be back for you when I am ready. Be ready. Oh! Forget it, I may not be leaving but I am not quite sure. Thought you ought to know! Hey, Jude! No.Â
Iâm not doing this.Â
owl post / jude + scout
Hi.Â
- S
Read & Unanswered.
owl post / jude + scout
Iâm not sure anymore.Â
- S
Read & Unanswered
owl post / jude + scout
No.
- S
Are you still leaving?Â
Jude
owl post / jude + scout
You were right. Iâm sorry.
- S
I was rude.Â
- Jude
âDonât know. But Iâll come back for you.â
Alright, Scout.Â
âIâm telling you now. I just thought about going home, and I donât want to. I donât want to be an adult. I donât want responsibilities. Iâm not ready for any of that. I want to smoke, and shag you in the common room, skip class, and walk around with just my alien bra. Adults donât do that.â
How long are you going to put that off, then? Again, Iâm not telling you not to go but that is what youâre doing.Â
âOkay?â
What am I going to say? Donât go? Why do you need to go? When were you planning on telling me? None of it is my place or my business. I have never asked you not to do anything. I wonât start now.Â