#ensignspace

[fictionalpoem]

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[kittoforos]

"Tatyana" (like Tatyana Larina from "Eugene Onegin" before me) for writting stuff

tatyana: 

it’s still not quite raining, but to say that it’s concretely not raining would be a bit dishonest. you check your watch again, more out of habit than anything— the 8 o’clock bus is late. you’re glad it doesn’t matter today. well, to you, anyway. the young woman next to you seems more anxious about it. she shifts her feet, fiddles briefly with a pack of cigarettes,. i shouldn’t say young— you assumed she was, just because it feels like everyone should be young today, should be exactly your age, should be young with you— but when you look closer (discretely, between long stretches of seconds spent of studying the subtle gradation of grays below your feet from entirely dry concrete to, well, it’s sort of genuinely raining now, isn’t it. you hope the bus pulls up close to the curb, you didn’t bring your umbrella) you find it’s hard to pin an age on her. so much the better, you think. you’d like to look like that one day, ageless. 

still, it bothers you. it’s none of your business, but for some reason you really want to know. you’d never ask a stranger anything normally, but again that feeling… maybe if you told her it’s your birthday, she’d tell you as a present? maybe she wouldn’t say it aloud, maybe she’d write her answer in your notebook, you think wildly, trying to remember whether or not you have a pen in your bag. the bus pulls up, yellow headlights cutting bright tired lines through the rain and morning fog. the door folds open with a creaky hiss, and the woman steps on without glancing at you. somehow, this hurts— should a stranger’s slight make you feel this way? on your birthday? automatically, you have already begun to follow her onto the bus, but something makes you stop. you step back under the plexiglass roof of the bus shelter, sit down on the corrugated bench, pull out your notebook and find your pen (you do have one!). 

as you wait for the 8:40 bus, you begin to draw yourself a birthday card. if the paper survives the strengthening rain, you’ll sign it when you’re done: ‘from the stranger at the bus stop’. why not.

(want one?)

[modwyr]

@ensignspace EXACTLY! every time the jedi do something the sith all shout ‘KENOBIIIIIIII’ at the sky

[karamazovdmitri]

ensignspace replied to your post: i think i havent mentioned that in ottawa’s war...

just fyi, speaking about tanks lmao in russia almost in every city we have this kind of ww2 monuments: a tank on a stand/podium and the fun thing is that part of these tanks still can work hypothetically

@ensignspace the heck thats SO COOL i really need to go to russia (but real talk i think its nice they use them as ww2 monuments... also reminds me in said war museum i saw a T34 and it made my whole month tbh)

[karamazovdmitri]

ensignspace replied to your photo “what the fuck is that”

BC THIS IS A HORSE...AND THIS HORSE IS YOUR FRIEND NOW

@ensignspace OH IT EXPLAINS A LOT ALSO COMPROMISE IS NOW DEAD I FEEL BAD

[modwyr]

@ensignspace IKR and just objectively the werewolves were so much more interesting than the vampires and the cullens (bar edward) were waaay more interesting than bella and edward smh 

[karamazovdmitri]

ensignspace replied to your post: because i can’t believe it still needs to be said...

AS A HISTORIAN I AGREE!!!! you got the point right!!

@ensignspace THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! and your tags are so very right we need people to know our history no matter how dirty said history is

[karamazovdmitri]

"#ive reblogged it before but everyday it gets more and more relevant; #c&p" pls rocky don't kill any grandmas

immmfsafjhsagf dont worry i will not kill any grandma in the hope of becoming the next napoleon but thank you for ur concern