"You see an old lady sitting there and you think, “That’s just an old lady.” But she’s got all that going on inside her, because she’s had a life, which may have been very ordinary - it should have been very ordinary - but it was marvellous to her."
My mother runs a low tech tumblr stream of bits and pieces found in a number of places for me and me alone. Today’s entry was an article from yesterday’s Telegraph about the mighty Judith Kerr and her latest story dedicated to her late husband. Accompanying the article is this photo of Judith with her cat, Katinka - who I think you’ll agree is a tremendous cat.
I don’t know about you, but i’m thankful for Judith Kerr
#wish I could express myself like this on a personal statement
#universities wouldn't half find it weird though
When I read something, I don’t have to involve myself in the technicalities of it. Reading a good book, maybe even poetry (or that singular quote you post incessantly on twitter like your life’s mantra) is all about that gutsy feeling you get; that swelling of your heart when you know it’s beautiful. It matters because it’s out there - well, um, on paper.
I’m still waiting to feel like that about a person. But for when emotions get pent up and all-exhausting, words are a pretty good substitute for hope.
"Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast”
-Bob Dylan (If You See Her, Say Hello)
Opening day at Walt Disney World, Florida. Life Magazine, December 1971.