it’s lovely isn’t it, i wish i had something to recommend to you to see there but i spent four out of five days sitting in the pouring rain/blazing sun at the grand prix watching cars go round tracks. where else canadian are you going?
I am actually back in the States now! No more Canadian shenanigans for the time being. But no worries, I saw plenty of things/ate plenty of foods/melted slowly into many a pavement (ugh so hot).
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis to now. Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch by inch America is giving itself to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow, Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle, Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town and History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”— Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)
if i could i would PUNCH THAT GUY IN THE NECK for you. ugh. it’s so gross that you have to deal with that even once, never mind on a regular basis.
man usually i’m really good at just being annoyed and righteously angry about it but today it’s just making me SUPER FUCKING DEPRESSED, like, why can i not just leave my apartment without hearing what some douchebag has to say about the way i look? why the fuck does the fact that i dare to be a woman in public mean that i am open for commentary from anyone who wants to give it to me? and why am i so conditioned by society that my default response is to smile and nod like it’s okay when it is really fucking not?
One time I was at an Oilers game and some dumb Blue Jackets fan was yelling something along the lines of “Hey Dubnyk, your mom couldn’t keep her five-hole closed either!” so I turned to him and was like, “Dude, not that it matters, since your team can’t score on either of them.”