Se la Vie en Rose. In other words,
This is my life seen through rose colored glasses. I'll admit, it isn't to glamorous or unique, but it is indefinitely Rebecca. I don't expect many people to read it, but i hope it helps whatever is on your mind
that last paragraph of the ‘why this matters’ panel though, seriously..
THIS IS PERFECTION. IT MAKES ME WANT TO REREAD THE BOOK AGAIN.
Very happy someone’s going all tumblr on the classics :) Great Gatsby was one of the books at school I hated. Everything felt pointless and shallow. The events in these people’s lives felt fleeting - a series of parties and drinks and empty conversations with strong desires without achievement. I think that was the point of the book, but the atmosphere it created made me feel like life is awful :(
A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.
About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”
He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:
Hey Mom I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love, Your Son.
A couple days later he got a response from his mother:
Dear Son, I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow. When are the two of you coming for dinner? Love, Mom