This is really fucking touching to me, and it’s also miraculous for someone who (presumably) has Alzheimer’s in it’s later stages to recognize loved ones like that.
My grandmother suffered from Alzheimer’s for nine years before finally meeting her end, and I can tell you from first hand experience that this exchange right here is a god damned miracle.
whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”
Then stare right into their eyes and say, “I hope”
"Cartoons? Isn’t that for kids?" I look up and smile " Yes it is" Suddenly my appearance shifts and shrinks as I become a child. All my money turns to monopoly money and all my bills are gone. My adult responsibilities vanish, finally the spell is broken, and I am free.
if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive
our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.
I interviewed a young anthropologist working with women in Mali, a country in Africa where women go around with bare breasts. They’re always feeding their babies. And when she told them that in our culture men are fascinated with breasts there was an instant of shock. The women burst out laughing. They laughed so hard, they fell on the floor.
They said, “You mean, men act like babies?”
|—||Carolyn Latteier, Breasts, the women’s perspective on an American obsession (via sarcasmandstardust)|
This is so important