No, *you’re* crying.
Between being a kid and being a caretaker, I’ve read Big Dog…Little Dog no fewer than 200 times and have never once before noticed that the sign says Pittsburgh.
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
The Virgin Suicides | Jeffrey Eugenides
True Detective Season 2, please
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.”
― Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall
Emma Straub at McNally-Jackson, 7/23/14
Ladies and gentlemen, my friends. The line you can’t see is that he hopes I don’t mind. (I love them all dearly.)
"There are a handful of shows I ask everyone I talk to about television if they have seen: The Wire, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights. But when I ask them if they’ve watched and loved Friday Night Lights, what I mean is are you my kind of person? Are you all heart? Are you bothered by this 21st-century lack of earnestness, our abundance of irony? Do you wonder how we forgive and coach ourselves to do better? How we can strive again for valor and loyalty and daring and redemption?
I fear we are defaulting to needless negativity as some kind of social currency. But Friday Night Lights is the most earnest show I’ve ever watched. Not sentimental, however: these characters aren’t perfect. In fact, this show is incredibly astute at allowing humans to have stratums of complexity: to have character and occasionally act without it, and then to live in the mire of their own dumb choices. Do I adore Coach? Yes. Do I think, as Tammy says, he is a molder of men and a husband of fierce devotion? Absolutely. Do I also think he can also be a self-involved, sexist prick who values his career over his wife’s? No question.
Regardless of the scale of the battle, the stakes in Friday Night Lights are rarely phony or contrived. It’s about winning games, sure, but its scope far exceeds that. This is a show that tests and reflects commitment not just on the football field, but back in the locker room. And in Street’s rehab room, and Saracen’s grandmother’s living room, and Julie’s bedroom, and eventually out to Luke’s farm and Tim’s prison and Tammy’s dream in Philadelphia. This commitment is not about obligation, but something more sacred. Duty. The hidden gale that blusters and grows within us and makes us yearn to give someone else exactly what they need.”
—Erica Cantoni on Friday Night Lights (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #14, July 2014)
Goddamn. Erica nails it every time.
There are so very few people for whom I’d go to Maryland on purpose. (tbt, in the nights before we left for college).
|—||Johannes Kepler, quoted in this program on exoplanets and the cosmos with research astronomer Natalie Batalha. (via beingblog)|
"Your graciousness is what carries you, it isn’t how old you are, it isn’t how young you are, how beautiful you are, how short your skirt is, what it is, is what comes out of your heart…"
- Stevie Nicks, UK TV show Loose Women, June 27, 2011.
I’ve reblogged this before, but this time it’s for my haterz.