Adventure Is Out There

No coward soul is mine

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Did you know that it’s actually a right of passage in America to dump tea in the Boston Harbor. Every American, when they come of age, travels on a pilgrimage to the great land of our forefathers to pour a cup of tea into the harbor. When this ancient ritual is complete they are rewarded with their very own pet eagle and a Big Mac then everyone sings Party in the USA and lights off fireworks.

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Im so bluh.

Work is okay
School is okay
Friends and boyfriend and family is okay.

So why do I constantly feel like a rubber band about to break? I know I worry about the future too much… but honestly how are you even supposed to stop.

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What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You, by Gaby Dunn (via tywin)

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All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
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Canfranc’s Massive Abandoned Railway Station in the Spanish Pyrenees
Canfranc International Railway Station sits abandoned at the end of the 58 mile Pau–Canfranc Railway, which once crossed the Pyrenees to connect the notably small village of Canfranc in Spain to Pau in France. The mountainous line, with its complex passage of tunnels, bridges and viaducts, took 24 years to build and was allegedly used by people fleeing Hitler’s regime during World War Two. Conversely, Canfranc also flew the swastika and some believe the station saw Nazi gold being smuggled across the border.
The station originally opened in 1928 and is an impressive 240 metres long. It was built to accommodate trains using both the French standard rail gauge and those using the larger Spanish gauge. Despite cargo-moving equipment and luxurious passenger facilities, the time-consuming transition between the two tracks meant that the service was not exactly the shortcut Juan Bruil had foreseen in his proposal way back in 1853.
The railway was closed during the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) and experienced a confused existence during World War Two, before reopening properly in 1948. Jonathan Díaz, a bus driver who regularly visited Canfranc, found documents there in 2000, which linked the abandoned station to gold stolen and transported by the Nazis between 1942 and 1943. Ramón J. Campo’s book, ‘Canfranc El Oro Y Los Nazis,’ contains information on these papers and other stories of espionage, escape and capture on the Canfranc line.
On March 27, 1970 Canfranc’s international connection was lost when a train travelling down the French side of the Pyrenees derailed and destroyed the L’Estanguet bridge. Some trains still travelled to Canfranc but the long-term closure of the French connection rendered most of the station useless. Although the grand Art Nouveau building appears to have been re-roofed, it remains fenced-off and appears neglected.
Notably, Canfranc station was used in the 1965 film, Doctor Zhivago, and there is an underground laboratory for studying dark matter in the ex-railway tunnel of Somport. Clearly, Canfranc is an inspiring location for those interested in the future as well as the past! - See more at:

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