Laying down on the couch next to my screen door with the cats. The rain has been going on for hours. Now there's just a gentle falling on the porch bringing in a nice cool breeze. As I breathe in the smell of both the outside and some homemade coffee, I'm reminded that being home and being happy really does wonders for the soul. ❤️
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Ok listen. I'm dying. Reading the hunger games, I was vaguely aware that district 12 was supposed to be located in my homeland, but I didn't fully feel it till I read tbosas. Like, that's Appalachian folk music, baby! The music of my people! Lucy Gray talks like me!! The humidity Snow can't stop bitching about? That's my summer!!!
And then the movie came out and let me tell you, the joy I felt hearing the covey speak. That's my accent on the big screen!!! And of course, the music was just how I imagined it!! Straight up, The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird was *the same* melody I thought of when reading the book!!! (musicology is my passion ok). Every single song killed me I swear. And the cinematography of district 12! I can imagine my home town like that. I know meadows and lakes just like those. That's my home.
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place at the farmers market was honest to god selling paw paws and i almost jumped up and down and shouted YIPPEE
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