I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest. my whole life so far is leading up to that moment
went to an American restaurant today!!!! ‘ello mate!!!!!! put forks in my hair to show my love for these Westerners’ food!!! Haha!!!!! Ha!!!! Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha !
Opportunity to practice French: check
Cute boy dozing in underwear: check
Local beer: check
Cute boy apologizes for “being a paperweight” while I’m writing, moves over without being asked: check
Bed made: not yet
Shower: not yet, not sure if available on this island
Fresh fruit: check
Survived first ocean passage, Maldives to Mauritius on a 43-foot sailing thingumy: checkidy check check
Studies show that women apologize more than men, often for perfectly reasonable acts like, you know, taking up space.
i like the difference between all of these relationships.. like professional, personal, strangers..
When I first saw this, I thought, “Oh the Land Girls!”
The Land Girls were during World War II.
in russian they dont say “i love you” they say “пожирать плоть капиталистов” which means “we are one and the same” and i think thats beautiful
That seems right
Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Ye seken lond and see for your wynnynges,
As wise folk ye knowen all th’estaat
Of regnes; ye been fadres of tydynges
And tales, bothe of pees and of debaat.
- Early Modern (early phase)
So whan the duke and his wyf were comyn unto the Kynge, by the meanes of grete lordes they were accorded bothe. The kynge lyked and loved this lady wel, and he made them grete chere oute of mesure – and desyred to have lyen by her. But she was a passyng good woman and wold not assente unto the Kyng.
- Early Modern (later phase)
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
"Oh, that’s Wilfred Owen…he’s almost too gay to function."
"it’s not my fault you’re like, in love with me or something" - siegfried sassoon to wilfred owen, 1918
“Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by shell-shock.”
"He’s a life ruiner. He ruins people’s lives" - siegfried sassoon on robert graves, probably.
"If you’re ‘of Arabia’, why are you white?"
"Oh my GOD, Allenby, you can’t just ask people why they’re white!"
"I just wish I could write you all a lengthy, complicated, misunderstood work full of deaths by drowning and games of chess. And then something about cats. And everyone just live in free verse and be happy…"
"T. S. Eliot didn’t even fight in the War!"
"Did you not fight in the War?"
"No… I am not Prince Hamlet nor was…"
"OK, go home."
*Eliot leaves muttering about coffee spoons*
Sassoon, about Robert Graves: “The weird thing about hanging out with Robert was that I could hate him, and at the same time, I still wanted him to like me.”