*RARE* John Denver & Johnny Cash - Take Me Home Country Roads
Found this while going through my granddad’s VHS tapes and couldn’t find it anywhere online, so here it is.
nunyabizni
Every time I’m lucky enough to have this hit my dash I listen to it, and every time I get chills all the way through.
friendly-neighborhood-patriarch
superb
urbanfantasyinspiration
I’m so at peace rn
imagine harmonising with johnny cash on your own song, i’d die on the spot this is beautiful
That was John Denver’s gift though. He was an amazing song writer, but the man could harmonize with just about anyone.
Gotta say that while I understand dragging people who are hostile and unhinged to strangers online with things such as, “you can’t even make phone calls”, some posts have looped back around to just, straight up mocking people with social anxiety or traits on the autism spectrum. A post with thousands of notes will be like, “y’all are fucking freaks who can’t look people in the eye because uwu it makes you nervous uwu and you won’t stfu about this cringe TV show instead of being Normal 🙄 and you wonder why you can’t make new friends 🤣 if you want to stop being judged then stop being a weirdo 💅”
Uh. I think y’all just peaked at being 7th grade bullies. Lol
And I think a lot of people would back off if they knew someone had autism, for example, but here's an idea...someone shouldn't have to reveal a diagnosis--or even have one tbh--for you to stop looking for socially acceptable reasons to be a miserable asshole to people for different-yet-harmless behavior lol
androgynousnightmaregarden-deac
Not sure why it’s so hard for you goy to sit with Jews in our pain when we’re specifically targeted for murder.
It’s not that you don’t know how to hold the space; I watch you do it all the time.
There comes a point where it stops looking like ignorance and starts looking like you’re trying to find a backdoor way of saying that we deserved it.
Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
"why is she crying?"
"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."
"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.
"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.
i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.
my opinion on quantum physics is that we should stop looking into it. it’s none of our business and frankly the particles seem to agree
scientists should walk away really exaggerated and call out ‘OK! i guess i’ll stop researching quantum physics…’ and then when the particles relax, they whip around super fast like a kid who just watched Toy Story trying to trick their toys into acting alive
Isn’t that already how it’s studied
Your mom finding her friend at a store is like unskippable cutscenes
The fucking worst is that as I get older i completly understand the interest to catch up an unreasonable long time because turns out adults just dont get enough time to hang with friends, so catch up next to the Aldi cheese aisle it is
ninth-order-simulacra
you can see the increasing age of tumblr users, these posts are like tree rings.
I’m going to sit on Torpenhow Hill, drinking my chai tea and reading a biology book about Eurasian brown bears (Ursus arctos arctos).
The geographic range of the bear bear bear once included the hill hill hill hill.
I can’t believe this got to 20k notes. Is there something about this that resonates with people on some level?
A character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is forced to live, to put one foot in front of the other and find healing, who chooses to pour goodness into the world and make the world a better place
Is more satisfying to me than a character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is redeemed through death
99.9% of the time.
There was a tumblr post about this where basically it was "redemption isn't about people forgiving you because you do better now, it's about you doing better even if no one forgives you."
And honestly this post changed my view on redemption arcs and on the "Redeemed Through Death" arc.
A problem I have when reading romance novels is I cannot empathize with disliking someone but finding them attractive regardless. If I dislike someone I'm like "You are like a wadded up ball of sweaty socks and I want you to burn in a pyre, undying and screaming for days"
"He infuriated her, though she was willing to admit he was a handsome man" I couldn't begin to tell you what the people I dislike look like because I see red instantly. If you were like "Is he the blond one" I'd be like "idk he's the one who most looks like he should die"
