Devastated to find out that my long-distance co-worker who gets on my nerves is someone I met years ago in a book club that my boyfriend introduced me to, and is actually a cool person outside of work. I hate multi-faceted people.
At the end of the day, you have two choices in love – one is to accept someone just as they are and the other is to walk away. There is no in between. There is no bartering, bargaining, expecting and falling short in love. There is just choosing to be there or to not. Anything in between is a tired, self-interested excuse for love.
The way to bypass your inevitable fate in being mid in the thing you do is to be doing something so fucking weird that they have to come up with a whole new cathegory just to classify you properly. Centuries will pass before someone else thinks of doing the same thing as whatever the fuck you're doing, and just because they're better at in in every way than you were doesn't mean they win. You won't care, you're dead.
“Robert Pattinson showed up with iPhone voice recordings and had already nailed the voice for ‘THE BOY AND THE HERON’ before recording started. It was his first ever voice role and he finished in 2 days.” (source)
A rainy day when in school is a top-tier memory. Of all the emotional and sensory memories of school, rainy days stand out. Rainy days didn't scorch. Rainy days made the classroom darker, quieter, moodier. We opened up the windows on rainy days, and had more of a tendency to stare out, inattentive. Rainy days smelled good, and there was a community feeling about it - shaking umbrellas at the door, smudging ink, seeking warmth. A game was made out of travelling from one building onto another. The background noise of a downpour made every voice sound clearer. The craze of intense, oppressive tropical heat was over in the monsoon - and something heavy would inconspicuously wash away each time.