“It’s very hard to keep up one’s heart. I wish I were a boy, I’d go to sea with you.”
—Elizabeth Gaskell, Mary Barton (1848)
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“It’s very hard to keep up one’s heart. I wish I were a boy, I’d go to sea with you.”
—Elizabeth Gaskell, Mary Barton (1848)
@usergif back to cool event | challenge 1: BLENDING ↳ NORTH AND SOUTH (2004)
So you are going. And never come back?
Books Read in September 2020:
Mary Barton • Gaskell
Ninth House • Bardugo
The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict • Stewart
Redwall • Jacques
The Poet X • Acevedo
Something Wicked This Way Comes • Bradbury
A photo of something which isn’t my bullet journal??? What??? The world must be ending.
Yes!!!!!!
So glad this was the first one. This storyline is huge and shows a great appreciation for Sacha's storyline. I hope this helps people in the future with regards to talking about men's mental health.
Gaskell? Is so short? He’s like a pocket Satan
Jac vs Gaskell
My hope is that Gaskell does not get his hands on her but #Team Holby fix her
Ric, Sacha, Hanssen, mo and guy self
And then obviously she lives happily ever after with Fletch- this is the most far fetched bit of the whole story
'But does your father drink?' asked Margaret. 'No—not to say drink,' replied she, still in the same wild excited tone. 'But what win ye have? There are days wi' you, as wi' other folk, I suppose, when yo' get up and go through th' hours, just longing for a bit of a change—a bit of a fillip, as it were. I know I ha' gone and bought a four-pounder out o' another baker's shop to common on such days, just because I sickened at the thought of going on for ever wi' the same sight in my eyes, and the same sound in my ears, and the same taste i' my mouth, and the same thought (or no thought, for that matter) in my head, day after day, for ever. I've longed for to be a man to go spreeing, even it were only a tramp to some new place in search o' work. And father [...] get tired o' sameness and work for ever. And what is 'em to do? It's little blame to them if they do go into th' gin-shop for to make their blood flow quicker, and more lively, and see things they never see at no other time—pictures, and looking-glass, and such like. But father never was a drunkard, though maybe, he's got worse for drink, now and then.
North and South Author: Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell