People Do Not Give It Credence That A Fourteen-year-old Girl Could Leave Home And Go Off In The Wintertime

Historical fact: people stopped being human in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to the new pace of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down: we've all inherited it to some degree, so that we plug right into joysticks and remotes, to repetitive motions of a hundred kinds.

'Middlesex' by Jeffrey Eugenides  

Outgoing Australian of the Year - Grace Tame - meets with Prime Minister Scott Morrison. Photographs by Alex Ellinghausen. Worth noting that this same government failed to include Grace in their child sex abuse strategy (despite being a childhood sexual abuse survivor herself and spreading the word about the “Let Her Speak,” campaign), the government that stood with Christian Porter and Andrew Laming, that “paused” the investigation into the alleged rape of Brittany Higgins that happened at Parliament … they don’t deserve civility or respect from this activist. And no woman owes you a smile. Or a photo opportunity. Grace Tame - rock on 🤘

me: i don’t really want to write this essay

the little shakespearean friar living in my brain: FAKE YOUR DEATH

me: what

Amy & Hope are the new (and better) Claire & Bender

someone can ask me the definition of gender and I’ll just say "david tennant in shakespeare plays" :

Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt, ever since I was sixteen years old and first went to Russia with my saved-up babysitting money, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to - I just don't care.

'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler