What if the purpose of life is to learn how to suffer?
Thus, the “goal” is not the bright spots, the heights of achievement or accomplishment. The darkness is where we find whether we have the strength to persevere and smile again.
if i ever become a showrunner i will actually do the fake series finalle followed by the true ending where the popular gay ship is confirmed just so i can forever poison fandom with the idea that it can happen for real and then they will truly never let that hope go for all other subsequent shows they watch henceforth. just for the sake of making the world a worse place
hdjdjsjkk my mum works in retail and one of her coworkers is autistic & mostly doesnt talk unless he has to but yesterday he went out of his way to cross through the crowds of xmas shoppers and dodge a train of trolleys to go up to my mum, gesture to the crowds and say “michelle. i am losing the will to live”
Lan Daifu (Lan Yuming)
If you have not been reading my fic White Snow Buries Bones, then this post is meaningless to you. If you have read the fic and don't give a damn about my OC, Lan Daifu, then this post is meaningless to you.
But if you love Lan Daifu as much as I love Lan Daifu, then you are in the right place! This is the backstory for Lan Jingyi's irreverent great-grandmother.
Imagine if Lan Jingyi were female, a very old Lan elder, a widow, and an extremely powerful cultivator.
Meet Lan Yuming, aka Lan Daifu!
Dutch resistance members celebrate at the moment they heard of Adolf Hitler’s death over the radio, May 1945
this will one day be us
Cudjo Lewis, the last surviving captive of the last slave ship to bring Africans to the U.S.
It’s so significant too that this narrative was collected by Zora Neale Hurston, one of the greatest authors and anthropologists of her time. She was shunned by the “gatekeepers” of both of these professions, largely because of her Blackness, her womanhood, and her uncompromising commitment to honoring and showcasing both in her works. She died penniless and alone in a state-run institution in 1960. All of her works had gone out of publication by then. It took more than a decade before she was rediscovered. A young author by the name of Alice Walker had come across her work and was deeply inspired by it. “In 1973, after an exhaustive search, Walker came across Hurston’s unmarked grave in Ft. Pierce, Fla. She purchased a headstone for Hurston’s tomb and had it inscribed “A Genius of the South.“”
It is through Zora Neale Hurston’s pioneering sacrifice, and the acceptance of that inheritance by Alice Walker that we have found this missing piece of our history. Without the courageous and unfailing work of Black women, we wouldn’t have Cudjo Lewis’s story. We are slowly regaining a narrative that’s been hidden from us, one that continues to be lied about. Trust Black women to lead the way.
Duuude don't question my version of events I'm such a reliable narrator. I'm literally the protagonist and the main character. You can literally read some of my internal thoughts, that clearly means you have complete access to an objective view of my thoughts and feelings and a correct impression of my characterization and the events unfolding around me. I'm not omitting any information from the audience. Nevermind that timeskip just now
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