#sept 17

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Imagine if trains still looked like this: a new dining car on the streamlined Twentieth Century Limited, the New York Central train on the New York-Chicago run, which made its debut on September 17, 1948. The diner, designed by Henry Dreyfuss, seated 64 people and had an adjoining kitchen car, with a dormitory for the crew.

Photo: Associated Press

[enddaysengine]

You want classics of horror literature to feel horrific again? Go listen to @re-dracula. It is the best. You won’t regret it.

[cminerva]

What an absolutely devastating series of entries. The horror is underscored by Mina's effusive outpouring of love to her dear friend and the insistence that her own own partner would now love her friend as dearly as she does. The vision of what could have been - Mina and Lucy, forever bound by their affection, united with the good men they've chosen, all opening their hearts to one another as friends and family and sharing their lives for years to come - is a devastating blow after all that's just happened and all that's yet to come.

[warmglowofsurvival]

“Selfie with josh dun (even though I only know like three twenty one pilots songs) #1989TourColumbus”

[lovemymusicalot]

So one thing that I like about the emails rather than the podcast is the order of the letters.

Like in the email for Sept 17 Lucy's memo comes before Minas letter to her about her wedding plans.

I think it just adds a bit for angst and tragedy to knowing the reason why Minas letter goes unread since we see the actions of that night first.

[heldinhishands]

9.17.2022

it was my birthday yesterday which means im supposed to be a pretentious writer and explain all the ways i want to grow or maybe how i have finally grown into whatever it is i am now. but really all i feel is this lightening of pressure, a finalizing fact that no one can take from me: the days will just keep on going whether i grow or not, feel better or not. if i can learn the definition of surviving, i might actually someday see the blessed door open. in this stationary quiet, there might be a purpose if enough years rack up behind me. and they will continue, whether we like it or not, and they will lead somewhere because, well, they just have to, right? all i am worthy of asking for is to not feel as wounded anymore, and the relief off my chest is answer enough.

[mrf34r]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. ALDERSON ! 

(edit) protip: don’t leave your laptop in NIGHT MODE WHEN YOU’RE DRAWING it adds ORANGE THAT ISN’T THERE THAT YOU LIKE

[neuroconflictos]

Todo lo que hago es vivir en recuerdos que intento olvidar.

Trauma, la historia de un solitario