Your Grandma Laughs At My Jokes And Says That Handsome Young Man Is So Much Better Than My Worthless

lily evans, who everyone piles the highest expectations upon, and barty crouch jr, who everyone expects the absolute least from. lily, who is made out to be the model of this perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect friend, and barty, who is seen as this sort of caricature of a failure by everyone, even his own father. lily, who does not know how to deal with these pressures, and barty, who has his own twisted set of them that work in the other direction. they're two people who no one else actually sees as people, except the other. with the other, they can ditch all these stereotypes and pressures and expectations, and just be real-life humans.

i said what i said

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

B E R L I N & N A I R O B I

ethics is important, Nairobi, but aesthetics as well.

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.

saw someone comment on a biphobic video abt bisexual girls saying "bisexual girls are so annoying they say they're bi but then they have a boyfriend or date men" and that has to be genuinely one of the dumbest takes I have ever seen, like it's pretty obvious you only see us and accept us as bisexual only when we're in a relationship with a woman otherwise we're straight

Women>>>>>>>

Women in formal >>>>>

-- There are two reasons why we don't trust people. First - we don't know them. Second - we know them.

-- A philosopher?

-- A Tumblr post...

“There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.”

— Unknown

alright somebody add the ‘you can excuse racism?’ meme

Women in Greek Tragedy

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