I love my city, some of the building styles are amazing and fill me with pride and I can’t help but randomly smile whenever I’m by the Docks. If I could live one place in the world it would be somewhere with the view being one of these places. I took these pictures so I can always see these places but thought I’d share.
Liverpool is lovely :)
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pajamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off of girls’ tits while dancing to nightclub music
And yet I am neither of these girls
This is an extract from The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, which I am currently reading.
‘The preacher sighed. “I’ll go anyways,” he said. “Somepin’s happening. I went up an’ I looked, an’ the houses is all empty, an’ the lan’ is empty, an’ this whole country is empty. I can’t stay here no more. I got to go where the folks is goin’. I’ll work in the fiel’s, an’ maybe I’ll be happy.”
“An’ you ain’t gonna preach?” Tom said.
“I ain’t gonna preach.”
“An’ you ain’t gonna baptize?” Ma asked.
“I ain’t gonna baptize. I’m gonna work in the fiel’s, the green fiel’s, an’ I’m gonna be near to folks. I ain’t gonna try and teach em’ nothin’. I’m gonna try to learn. Gonna learn why the folks walks in the grass, gonna hear ‘em talk, gonna hear ‘em sing. Gonna listen to kids eatin’ mush. Gonna hear husban’ and wife a-poundin’ the mattress in the night. Gonna eat with ‘em and learn.” His eyes were wet and shining. “Gonna lay in the grass, open an’ honest, with anybody that’ll have me. Gonna cuss an’ swear an’ hear the poetry of folks talkin’. All that’s holy, all that’s what I didn’ understan’. All them things is the good things”.
I think it’s beautiful. It’s a wonderful humanist view of the world and I found it incredibly moving, in spite (or perhaps because of) the simple language.
|—||Caitlin Moran (via mourningteahouse)|