Thomas Jefferson and his wife, Martha (he called her Patty), enjoyed reading together Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne. As Patty lay dying, she began writing a passage from the book and Thomas finished it. He carried that folded piece of paper (above) with him the rest of his life along with a lock of her hair. It reads:
[written by Patty] Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen. The days and hours of it are flying over our heads like clouds of windy day, never to return - more every thing presses on -
[written by Thomas] and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, every absence which follows it, are preludes to the eternal separation which we are shortly to make!
From the book:
I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen: the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing presses on—whilst thou art twisting that lock,—see! it grows grey; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.—
—Heaven have mercy upon us both!
By the way, today is Thomas Jefferson’s birthday. Before I realized it, I coincidentally had watched the documentary about him by Ken Burns.
me: *tryin to carry a bunch of stuff*
parent: u can make more than one trip-
me: U DON’T UNDERSTAND
me: THIS ISN’T ABOUT CARRYING THINGS
me: THIS IS ABOUT HONOR
parent: stop being ridiculous just-
Today is Domi’s bday so i made this impromptu birthday cake. I simply brought my fav 4 together: brownie, whipped cream, skittles and gummi candy.
Domi lives in a considerable miles away from here but this doesn’t mean i can’t celebrate my friend’s bday. So happy birthday Dom. I hope your bday cake is better than this.
((p.s. Brownie’s batter turned out too sweet. I called it Domi Effect. because you’re a sweet lil shit.))
and here to your left we see society’s impossible to obtain standards for women
this makes me sick
*looks through the comments on social media* Well they say fat, they’re the society. Mirror says you’re beautiful Society can’t read mirrors. Therefore statement is still true and legal.
End of the discussion.
‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.
Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
…and history remembers her as pretty.
AND HISTORY REMEMBERS HER AS PRETTY
Well, in truth, even with wrinkles and gray hairs, she was pretty. I wish I could count on looking as pretty with wrinkles as she did. Her wrinkles had beautiful character.
I can look at her for minutes,even hours; inspecting all details and say “what a beautiful woman.”