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@justjoeeey
A home full of cats and plants
That fact that I am insane is just part of my charm
If anyone wants to go on breakfast dates and lay around in bed after, hit me up.
“Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
— Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas (via suspend)
My favorite thing is that Europe is spooky because it’s old and America is spooky because it’s big
“The difference between America and England is that Americans think 100 years is a long time, while the English think 100 miles is a long way.” –Earle Hitchner
A fave of mine was always the american tales where people freaked out because ‘someone died in this house’ and all the europeans would go ‘…Yes? That would be pretty much every house over 40 years old.’
‘…My school is older than your entire town.’
‘Sorry, you think *how far* is okay to travel for a shopping trip?’
*American looks up at the beams in a country pub* ‘Uh, this place has woodworm, isn’t that a bit unsafe?’ ‘Eh, the woodworm’s 400 years old, it’s holding those beams together.’
A few years ago when I was in college I did a summer program at Cambridge aimed specifically at Americans and Canadians, and my year it was all Americans and one Australian. We ended the program with a week in Wessex, and on the last day as we all piled onto the bus in Salisbury (or Bath? I can’t remember), the professors went to the front to warn us that we wouldn’t be making any stops unless absolutely necessary. We’re headed to Heathrow to drop off anyone flying off the same day, then back to Cambridge.
“All right, it’s going to be a long bus ride, so make sure you’re prepared for that.”
We all brace ourselves. A long bus ride? How long? We’re Americans; a long bus ride for us is a minimum of six hours with the double digits perfectly plausible. We can handle a twelve hour bus ride as long as we get a bathroom break.
The answer. “Two hours.”
Oh.
English people trying to travel around Australia and wildly underestimating distance are my favourite thing
a tour guide in France told my school group that a particular cathedral wouldn’t interest us much because “it’s not very old; only from the early 1600s”
to which we had to respond that it was still older than the oldest surviving European-style buildings in our country
China is both old and big. I had some Chinese colleagues over; we were discussing whether they wanted to see the Vasa ship (hugely expensive war ship which sank on it’s maiden voyage after 12 min). They asked if it was old, I said “not THAT old” (bearing in mind they were Chinese) “it’s from the 1500s.” To my surprise they still looked impressed, nodding enthusiatically. Then I realised I’d forgotten something: “…I mean it’s from the 1500s AFTER the birth of Christ” and they went “oh, AFTER…”.
My dad’s favorite quote from various tours in Italy was “Pay no attention to the tower – it was a [scornful tone] tenth century addition.”
My last boss was Chinese, and she said when her parents came to visit her from Beijing they pronounced Chicago “A very nice village.”
This post keeps getting better
saw this on my facebook feed and thought it was funny
I don’t understand how people can leave tumblr. I’ve been here since 2009 - I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.
i really believe that anyone who made an account between 2009-2011 unknowingly signed a contract with the devil and now we’re all trapped here until the website finally dies like leaving has never been an option in the first place
“no more winter at all. finch, you brought me spring.”
TW: Suicide
I just finished watching the movie adaptation of one of my favorite novels. And I know the internet has taught us all that’s it’s lame to like contemporary novels more so their movie adaptations but I loved it. When it comes to suicide, I really don’t know what elements would make them “romanticizing” but I just know that it wasn’t the case with Finch’s. His scenes leading up to the suicide showed the actual effects of depression. They also didn’t make it as if other people killed him, it wasn’t revenge suicide, it was depression stemming from trauma. Now I don’t know how to end this so I will just say this: I’m glad my yearbook quote was from Virginia Woolf. And also, Elle Fanning…wow
“You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”
We don’t remember days, we remember moments.
You’re all the colours in one, at full brightness.
ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES (2020)
Elle Fanning as Violet Markey in All the Bright Places (2020)