I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN IT
It’s worth noting too that Marie-Pierre Pruvot is still alive. She’s 87 years old. She was a showgirl and later in the 70s became a literature teacher, a quite esteemed literature teacher at that.
If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.
Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.
I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.
I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”
I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid - see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours - you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.
this is the purest-realist shit ever
firmly believe that if donna noble had seen one (1) interaction between the master and the doctor doing anything she would have been like “oi, get a room.” and it would do so much psychic damage to the master they would be defeated on the spot
Hi friends. I’ve been very private about this for a few days now, but after some prompting by friends, I’ve set up a fundraiser to help Bowie and I find a new place to live. My partners and I are no longer together, and while we are still on pleasant terms, Bowie and I are being asked to move out. This was very sudden, and came seemingly out of left field, so I’m kind of at a loss for places to go. I’ve been struggling with my mental health to the point I took a trip to the hospital, and I’ve been out of work for a few weeks so funds are very scarce, and it would be best if we could leave sooner rather than later. I’ve been offered couches to crash on which I deeply appreciate, but I am going to need a more permanent solution in the coming weeks. I hate that it has come to this, I’m not very great at asking for help, but we’ve been put in kind of a desperate position. Thank you 🫶💖
Do you ever become mutuals with someone you share an intense interest with and it becomes this limbo of "I want to be your friend SO fucking bad but I'll eat a shoe before dm-ing first"
one day, i hope your friends and family ask you about what happened between us, and you’re forced to confront all the ways in which you failed me
I’m thinking about how my grandma had this guy who was super into her, enlisted in the army and sent her pictures of himself laying on his bunk staring at her picture moodily. She was not into him in the slightest. But it’s the funniest fucking picture of all time. Teenagers do not change. He’s someone’s Pappaw now. That’s crazy to me. He probably thinks of my grandmother as the foxy one that got away.
The fact that she kept it for 58 years is even funnier. I was like “Who the hell is this?” and she let out an exasperated sigh and was like “That was [NAME]. He was in love with me.” Feelings very much not reciprocated for soldier boy.
I think this incident is so funny to me because it reminded me of girls my age screenshotting cringy conversations with horrible horny men and posting them in the group chat for everyone to see. I think of all those extremely horny and verbose historical love letters in museums dating back as long as humans have been able to write. I wonder if there was a caveman who made cave art to impress a possible mate but it was so bad she made a point of visiting the cave every year to show her friends and laugh at it.
Before my grandmother passed away, we were going through some old pictures and there was a man there that I had never seen before in a photo with my grandmother and then another photo of this man in a military uniform. I asked her who it was and she laughed, and said "Oh! That's a boy I knew in school! He wrote to me when he joined the service." She then leaned in conspirator style: "He would tell people I was his girl so they would leave him alone. He had a boyfriend you know." My grandmother was someone's beard back in the day.
That last addition made my day.
one day, i won’t feel so unlovable
