all these countries and im not in one

anonymous asked:

I picked up the blind assassin two days ago and I just finished it this morning. could not put it down; I actually checked it out of the library looking for the edible woman but they didn't have it so got this one instead, as well as no country for old men and all the pretty horses! Hope you enjoy the blind assassin 💐🕯

Im 100 pages in so far and its p good!!!! Definitey read those other ones. Happy reading 2 u🐷❤️

you know when you’re born in a non-english speaking country bilingualism is kind of a default. we are taught english from a young age so when someone asks me what languages do i speak, i respond with “well croatian and english obv, but im studying french and russian too”. and that bothers me. because english is fucking hard. in my country bilingualism is default, trilingualism is expected, and people get impressed when you speak five fucking languages where as native english speakers are praised for learning one (1) foreign language. i get that english is a major global language and why it is taught, but it bothers me that even if i spoke 5 languages fluently it would be useless if i didnt speak perfect english. and along with that, all of my hard work that i put into my english is dismissed because english is expected of me.
rant over.

tres horny boys as people i encountered in NY
  • Magnus: the 6ft tall dogwalker with like nine dogs who, when i asked if i could pet one, informed me that they were in fact his volunteer attack dog armada but he did let me pat the first officer, a dalmatian named Scamper
  • Merle: this guy who walked into the washroom, stood there for five seconds, went "im sure youre wondering why ive gathered you all here today" and then started ranting about the state of healthcare in this country
  • Taako: a man wearing a pink overcoat, knee-high boots, and carrying a plastic shopping bag full of prunes, which he then proceeded to empty by throwing them by the handful at the doors to trump tower

hey so i know i dont usually post about romanian things but i need to say this

so last night (yes, in the middle of the fucking night, like the filthy thieves they are) the romanian government passed a law that, basically, makes corruption legal (if its under 45k euros, which is a LOT) AND they’re going to let all the (few) people who (they barely) arrested for this out of prison… 

i know this isnt as important to america as trump, but this is HUGE to us. there were (as far as i know) 90 thousand people protesting last night (the last time there were protests this big was in 1989 when communism fell, just to give you a perspective) and there are going to be even more today

this country has had problems with corruption since the dawn of time but i dont reckon it ever being made LEGAL. i just figured id bring some awareness to this…

here and here are two sources

@ sm im still waiting on an ot17 nct life where tf is it like i appreciate all these small ones but i want all the boys together preferably all with natural hair bc that gets me real emo real quick so yeah how ‘bout it boi

Hello friends! i hope u understand me and treat it right. Excuse my for my
not very good english. I live in Moscow, Russia. And i have diagnosed sever AvPD and SAD (i’m not sure whigh one or if there’s a difference because russian system is different) Psychiatry in russia is terrible, i barely get any help. I really want to stay in moscow bc if i mov back to my shitty city where i don’t even have friends i will just have to kill myslef, i’ve already tried. I even fucking had sex for money and this gross. oh also im gay living in russia one of the most homophobic countries and so on, i’ve been trying to get a job since february but always got rejected. idk what to do :( I hate to do this but i have to ask you for some money. I hope someone who have some extra money will be down to share with me, because we are all people and not everyone got a xgood life so we have to help each other. you can ask me whatever i can do for it. i just will be so grateful if you send even just 1 dollar.

my paypal is adidas-goth@mail.ru

and also i have etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/ru/shop/RUSSIAGOTH I would be so happy if you donate or buy something, either way i’ll have to come back to my little town and i don’t even know what can happen, probably I will just have to kill myself since i have nothing to live off thank you very much, hope for your kindness

one thing i’d like to say is: be specific. when talking about a celebrity, or character, or show, if you can be specific with the labels, the better off you are.

alex danvers and maggie sawyer are not JUST wlw or sapphics. they are lesbians.

poussey washington is not JUST a queer poc. she is a black lesbian.

times to use more inclusive terms are when it’s multiple identities, such as avatar having many characters that are poc, clarke and lexa are wlw/sapphic, etc. you can use all-encompassing terms with shows such as these (though even with a:tla it’s best to also say that it was influenced by many south asian countries) because it represents multiple sexualities and/or ethnicities.

but honestly? most of the time representation is made, it’s for one specific minority. and while many people who aren’t that exact identity can appreciate and feel comforted by it, when you decide to slap a vague label on something that was specifically created for one marginalized group, you erase the group it was made for.

anonymous asked:

Sorry if I'm bothering you but can you share why you think avatar is bad?

hoo boy man ur asking for a lot bc that show is a complete and utter M E S S. first, heres the main phrase my tibetan ass wants u to think about: its a show using asian/indigenous ppl and their devastating histories made by ignorant weeaboo white men. I want to write about it in detail bc i’ve always wanted to say something about this but never rly got around to doing it. maybe ill send this in letter format to the writers lol. anyways im going to split this up into parts. I’ll put a readmore bc its kinda long

@bryankonietzko take a nice long look if u still use tumblr lmao

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Rant thingy

Ok so everyone has heard about the new policy with enlistment but it seems that people are making stuff up about whats really going to happen. They are not getting sent to war, they are not being forced into anything and no one has attacked the country.

Honestly as a Korean(Im not speaking for all of us) you get used to it bc hey everyone does it not just idols, you go w/ the person to drop them off say bye/see you later/call me then go back home no tears nothing.

Im trying to say please stop over exaggerating it. Your “oppa” isn’t getting sent into an active warzone its literally just a boot camp. NOW LISTEN. IF something were to happen and we need an army then it may be dangerous/scary but a good majority of the time they just do their training then get stationed somewhere like a police station/base camp. NOTHING BAD/DANGEROUS HAPPENS.

Its mainly just a precaution that if anything were to happen to Korea(seeing as were not on good terms with some countries like NK) we have people trained and ready to be sent off. Unlike countries like America where if something happens your name is randomly chosen(if its in the database) even with no training.

My brother and father were both active in the army(Korean and American) they did 6+ months of bootcamp then were stationed(my dad was in Daegu my brother in Nevada) unless a country attacks they stay at their station for the mandatory amount of time then they get options 1. You can either willingly stay in the army and help or 2. You can honorably discharge. My brother left and went to college while my dad stayed, now my dad served for almost 10 years and only got sent into an active warzone THREE(3) times. He is now a veteran and working as a chef.

The ONLY time they will be sent into war is if absolutely necessary not “just because”. I know some other Koreans may not agree with me on the “its not that bad” standpoint because we all have separate opinions but please do not worry. Your fave kpop star will be ok, just as the rest of the men doing service with them. Please do not make posts saying that they are in danger, making false posts about their wellbeing or scaring people into thinking someone had attacked and that they will be stationed there.

The Princess and the Robin: Part 1

AN: Here we go again! This Easter I am bringing some updates to all your favorite stories! And some new starts, starting with part one of Damian’s soul-mark series. I hope you enjoy it!


Prompt that inspired this: Older!Damian imagine!(Like 18-20) Reader is a princess from a made up country and her dad is close w Bruce so WE hosts a huge celebration for her bday.But the party gets attacked or something and she’s forced to go into hiding w the Waynes and her parents are sent somewhere else. During her stay she & Dami really connect.W fluff and a beautiful bday gown the whole 9 yards! Im sorry this is so long but I’ve been thinking about it for a while(Maybe even a series or even the parents as ex-heroes?

    “Enjoying the party, princess?”

    Your eyes slide to the man next to you. He’s taller than you, and a carbon copy of his father. He’s all dark hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. Three women had already swooned in his presence, but not you. You know better, you know exactly how dangerous it is to fall for the man in front of you. To do so would cost you everything; your kingdom, your people, and your family.

    As you stare at him, you can’t help but wonder how different things would have been, had you been normal. If you’d had a say over your own life. You do your best to not entertain the thought.

    “Want to dance?”

    You eyes narrow, “Not with you Damian Wayne. Not now, not ever.”

    The smirk never leaves his face, even as he watches you walk away. You slip away from the party and into the bathroom. You struggle for breath, as you lock the door and pull at the strings on the back of the dress. You want it off!

    When you can’t get it after several minutes, you slide to the floor, and try to catch your breath. Your life had been so different three months ago, you’d been set in your determination. You had known exactly what you were doing with your life, and exactly what was needed.

    You had been in the states for a royal tour, and you’d been in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises Gala. Things had been going swimmingly, right up until it had been attacked, and you had been kidnapped.

    You were the heir to the Kaznia throne, your mother was Queen Audrey. You were an only child, and if someone were to remove you, then the throne would be open to the next in line, Count Vertigo.

The man was a snake, of that you were sure. He was slimy and manipulative, and he was determined to get his hands on the throne, and your people. Your mother was still young and healthy, but a series of accidents over the last several months had put you on alert.  

There was little you could do to remove him from court, at the moment, but you were working on a more permanent solution. Then you had been kidnapped. It had happened in a storm of men dressed in black, with guns. You’d been whisked out of the theatre, before anyone could do anything.

You’d been held in a dark, dank cell for several days. You’d refused any food offered, and only drank a necessary amount of water. On the fourth day, things had taken a turn, for the better or worse you still weren’t sure, but your life had changed forever that day.

He’d appeared dressed in red and black, like a demon out of hell. He’d taken down the men guarding your cell, and picked the lock before you could understand what was happening. And then he’d said the twelve words you knew by heart, the words tattooed across your right hip, “If you’d follow me your highness, I’ll get you out of here.”

You’d spent hours staring at those words, from the moment they’d first appeared on your skin. You’d fantasized about the man who would say them, and more than once you’d gotten caught up in the daydream.

You’d dreamed about a young handsome man who’d whisk you away from a party. You’d stroll through a garden, he’d smile, and you’d blush. It would be like a story from a fairy tale. Instead, you’d gone four days without a shower, were dressed in a ripped ball gown, and you were being held against your will.

So, you say the only thing you can think of, “Why does it have to be a Robin?”

3

It’s 230 am, if you know where this alley is in downtown phoenix and want to bear witness to the spectacle that is the savage wrath of Chaos Vortex and fully understand why Im known in over 30 countries as The Dragon Of Devastation in the streets and in both official and underground martial arts fight circuits worldwide, then get here by 3 cuz shit is about to go the fuck down. 2 squads are bringing their 10 strongest warriors to finally settle a decade long rivalry with no weapons… And i set it all up by going to the enemy stronghold by myself to put an end to the fued through one final battle. Why did i approach both sides with this plan? Because unifying warriors, expanding my network of underworld connections, and restoring peace on the streets through the use of honorable combat is what i have always done everywhere I’ve been to in the world. Your either born a fuckin leader like myself or a follower. If you’re a leader, that’s what you should do. But If you decide to lead and others choose follow, then it’s your responsibility to use your clout to enrich their lives regardless of whether it puts you in danger or not because it’s the right thing to do. I exist to empower and assist my fellow humans. That is why i do things like this. On the surface, it may seem to many like im just a crazy adrenaline junkie and do so much dangerous shit cuz i have a reckless disregard for my own life, and to an extent they’re right, but really drives me is my passion to hone my talents. We all have our own unique talents for many reasons, but to me, the main reason we have them is because there are so many way that they can be used to help others. Tonight is another example of how i utilize my inborn talent for hurting people to help them. Open your third eye and im sure you can you feel the energy of my bloodlust emanating through the screen when you look at my pix. As the time for war draws closer my soul grows colder and the ability to grant mercy is now devoid within me. Mother nature always thirsts for blood in her soil, and Tonight we will give it to her.

When in Rome (Ethan x FemReader) part one?

Originally posted by crankgooseplays

(( gif not mine - love ))

(A/n): SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

AND YOU’RE TOO LATE

Request:  hi!! I wanted to request something because you’re a REALLY good writer. What I was wondering if you could write an Ethan x fem!Reader where Reader was supposed to go on vacation with the fam but they had exams to finish so their parents decided to just fly out and then fly Reader out once exams were done but the parents misclicked or something and booked a flight to LA and Reader can’t get a flight back until the month is over and Ethan hears them on the phone like “what do you MEAN I’m not suppose to be in LA, that’s what the plane ticket said!” Followed by something liked “yOU MISCLICKED? IM STUCK IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY FOR A MONTH W/ NOTHING BUT A CHARGER AND FIVE CENTS” and Ethan(maybe the whole team too) overhears and they’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lets be nice and then something starts to ;) happen between Ethan and Reader. I’m SO sorry if it’s too specific, change it to how you think will work for you!

Warnings: lmao angry bean reader

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Dragging along the airport was almost a relief. (Y/n) wasn’t one that was afraid of flights, not at all. She actually quite enjoyed them. But, this flight in particular seemed so shitty, that even she despised it.

Children screeching, people snoring.

Lucky it was illegal, because (Y/n) would have locked several children in with the cargo.

Having forgotten her headphones meant that she was able to listen to her luggage wheels charm the airports heavy air. It was late- or early. Three in the morning early, yet the girl was energized. Ready.

Queer, though, how this airport did run her memory.

Just before they had left, her parents took time to explain what the airport layout looked like and what exit her cab would be at.

Where (Y/n) was at now, looked nothing like what was described to her.

She kept walking, tossing out her phone and trying the home button a couple times.

“Dead…” the girl uttered.

(Y/n) rolled (e/c) eyes, and directed her path instead through groups of sleepy people to a public pay phone.

Standing up her bag, (Y/n) released the handle and grabbed the phone. She offered it several coins, dialed a number and waited.

Peering around, she viewed many different people. Quite lively, she thought, for three in the morning. Decent amount of folk were walking about the airport; grabbing luggage, casing through arrival gates.

“Hello?”

The phone finally picked up.

“Mom?”

“Oh hey, hon. Did you just land?”

“Yeah…”

(Y/n)’s words were almost drawn out and suspicious. She continued to look about as she spoke.

“You’re in L.A, right?”

“Yeah.” she repeated.

“Well, we’re in, uh, London.”

For a couple of moments, the girl stared off at a far wall. Then she said:

“I’m not in London, mom; I’m in L.A.” (Y/n)’s statement was weary “That is where we are vacationing, right? Los Angeles?”

“Ah, no. We found out just before you had landed that you’re dad misclicked on the booking website… but your phone was dead, so I didn’t have anyway of telling you…”

“He.. misclicked…” (Y/n) said slowly.

“Well yeah.”

“Mom-”

Quickly, the heat rose to (Y/n)’s head. She did not, by any means, want to be told at three in the morning that she was in an entirely different country than planned.

Alright, this night got even worse.

“MOm, you mean I’m in bloody L.A for no reason?”

Her mom coughed awkwardly on the line “It gets better-”

“Oh, joy.”

“See, we won’t be able to get you out here until that bonus check comes in at the end of the month.”

“You mean I’m here for a fucking month?”

“Well dear, he misclicked the loca–”

“WHAT dO YOU MEAN HE MISCLICKED? YOU left mE IN AMERICa WITH NOTHING bUT A CHARgER AND A COUPLE BUcKS!”

The confrontation went on. (Y/n)’s voice kept wavering volume, and she became blind to those around her. Eventually, a small pool of people gather around her, listening idly.

Among those several, stood out a group of four. A tall brunette, a shorter looking brunette, a slim boy with blue hair, and a nice looking girl with yellow hair.

“Mom, you do realise I have no where to fucking go right? I’m not supposed to be in L.A…”

(Y/n)’s words became all but futile when her mom eventually hurried herself off the line, and hung up.

“Guys, she’s stuck here…” mumbled the short brunette, turning to look at the taller man.

“Mark, don’t even–”

“We could house her for like, a couple weeks, and then see if we can maybe fix her problem?” the blue boy then pushed.

The tall male sighed heavily, dropping his head so his eyes could pierce the tiled floor.

“Well,” he inquired.

“I really don’t care. I’m jet lagged to shit, we just got back from PAX, I’m still in the generous mood; just get her and let’s go.”

Mark began to smile gaily, spinning back around to see (Y/n) place down the phone and sigh irritably. The rest of the grouped travelers began to taper off.

“Here, uh, Mark and Ethan will, uh, stay here? And Tyler and I will go get, a cab…” said the yellow haired girl, facing the tall male for confirmation. He nodded to her, and they directed themselves on their way.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck sake…” (Y/n) breathed, coursing a hand through her hair before turning right. There, she ran into Mark.

“Oh, sorry!” said Mark, looking almost frantic.

“No, no I’m sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” the girl said quickly, stepping aside to walk away from him.

“Wait-!” called the youtuber.

(Y/n) didn’t want to have to deal with this, no, not at all. She turned back around, and taped on her best grin.

“I just overheard what you were saying…” Mark begun to explain. (Y/n)’s facial expression took on a look of exasperated shock “and you know, I came to offer a place to stay? Not just alone with me-! With myself, Ethan, Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy. My house mates, kinda…”

She didn’t say anything. Peering down, she looked at the plane ticket she held within her hand. L.A, huh?

“I mean…” then (Y/n) began to mumble “I don’t want to impose…”

“Not at all!” Ethan smiled when he appeared at Mark’s side “We’re offering.”

(Y/n) charmed them with a thankful look. Ethan was able to see her face fully now. He was roped in by her eyes, and couldn’t seem to bring himself to a focus.

“Alright, well…” the girl sighed and gave the two boys a real smile “I have nothing much to lose.”

Mark beamed back to her, gesturing for her to follow them. He led the way, allowing Ethan and (Y/n) to talk behind him.

“My name is Ethan.” he said cheerfully, looking down as they walked. The girl beside him smiled a thoughtful grin at Mark’s back.

“I thought as much. I’m (Y/n).”

The male took a moment to hear she had said before he replied with a heart in his mouth.

“You know who I am?”

“No.” replied (Y/n) “You just don’t look like much of a Kathryn.”

“Oh, right…”

The girl chuckled at his reaction, glancing at him curiously as the three of them walked. He seemed very genuine for someone she had just met. Offering her a house and kindness at three in the morning might not have been an easy feat for everyone. Ethan surely peaked (Y/n)’s interest; just a certain charm about him.

“Soo, airport girl, what’s up?” Mark asked, grinning back at her over his shoulder.

“Well, my parents and I were supposed to be going on a holiday in London. But I had to stay back for school stuff, so they flew me out later in the week.” the (size) girl began to explain, cutting through her words once with a resentful exhale “Turns out they suck at computers and clicked ‘L.A’ instead of ‘London’ for my flight location…”

“Yikes-” said Mark, sparing her a thoughtful glance. She gave him back an apologetic smile.

The group turned up at a far exit, where outside the door waited a cab containing Tyler and Amy.

Mark kindly swooped in beside (Y/n) and stole her luggage, hiding it away in the trunk for her. She thanked him.

“Alright, she can either sit beside Mark or Ethan.” offered Tyler. The mentioned brunette hoped in the very back beside Tyler and one empty seat. In front of him sat Amy, Ethan and the other empty seat.

(Y/n)’s answer came quickly, and kindly; very sure.

“I’ll sit next to Ethan.”

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(A/n): Hi yeah this is pretty shit so I’m going to make a part two for it

don’t worry, I’ll make it better

#hispanicgirlsunited because..

• Hispanic women were made fun of forever for having a lot of hair (facial hair especially) but now ‘bold brows’ are the new thing

• Our traditional garb is now called a peasant top by stores targeted for rich, white girls

• People automatically assume my mother cleans houses and my father picks oranges

• I’m not allowed to move out of the house until I’m married but my male cousin is free to leave home when he pleases

• We’ve been fetishized objects instead of the strong women we are

• When I tell people I hate cooking and cleaning, they ask me what Im supposed to do when I get a husband

• Our culture is appropriated constantly and no one realizes but us

• White people want us “Out of their country” when without us they wouldn’t have: orange juice in the morning, people to clean their houses, people building their houses, someone to mow their lawn, tacos, enchiladas, burritos, and basically someone doing all the shitty jobs no one else wants to do for shitty wages ( also we’re badly stereotyped for doing/making/eating these things)

• Someone’s literally told me “You’re pretty for a Latin girl”

• If I don’t know how to say a word in Spanish people say “Aren’t you supposed to be bilingual?”

• People are SO impressed by the fact that I get good grades

• I’m too Mexican to listen to Nirvana and Fleetwood Mac, but too White to listen to Selena and Pedro Infante

• Our problems are completely ignored in the media

• When I say my opinion I’m suddenly the voice of my race

• People can’t grasp the idea that Hispanics don’t just come from Mexico

• When there’s people at my school doing the flowers, trees, etc. people say “oh look there’s you’re family”

• Our beauty standards are women who have light skin, hair, and eyes when the majority of us have darker everything

• I can’t eat a taco at school without people saying “Of course you’d eat that!”

• People are surprised I’m not super loud and social

• When I translate for my friends and family people make faces at me

• Whenever I get angry people blame it on me being Hispanic

• Places like Panajachel and Antigua have been taken over by white hippies

• If I’m arguing with someone their first comeback is “I’ll deport you”

• Boys have come up to my friends and said “Hey mami” or “Call me papi”

• We’re represented far less than most minorities and when we are in the media we’re portrayed as sexy, curvy, and always promiscuous

• Most of us have relatives, neighbors, or friends that have been deported and we miss them dearly but we can’t tell anyone because they’ll think we’re undocumented as well

• Cinco De Mayo = Drinking holiday Memorial Day = important holiday

• We come here to work hard and we’re perceived as lazy wetbacks

• I can’t say gringo but anyone can tell me to go back to my country

• People don’t realize America wouldn’t be shit without us and other minorities :))

SO PEN PALS ARE A THING

Good morn, evening, night?? to whoevers reading this probably no one thats awesome :’) 

So CALL ME OLD FASHIONED but instead of just having internet friends I think it would be really cool to have an actual pen pal on the other side of the world (or in the same country man i dont even care) 

Ill tell you about myself so you can see how boring i am and youll feel sorry for me and write letters to my sorry ass (:D) 

My name’s Ash and I’m 18 years old. Im from Melbourne in Australia (nothing happens here) (like at all im always fucking bored) 

I’m a university student and Im studying film and photography. Like I said before, Melbourne really isnt cool but I can promise that I will take, print out and send you really cool photos of our cityscape bc its naice. 

I enjoy procrastinating and wasting all of my time watching films and reading waaayyyy too many books, so if you like films and books then we can talk about them all the time yay for that 

I also love music, all kinds really

Id really love to get to know someone in a different country than me. Im looking for someone between the ages of 17-24. Or anything really I dont care. 

Please message me if youre interested :) or just like this post and ill message you :)) 

My handwriting is also shocking so theres that. pls forgive. 


I will send you keyrings of koalas and kangaroos. 

can i just say how proud i am of the boys because they’ve only debuted for a year but they’re travelling overseas so often for events can you imagine how happy they are

anonymous asked:

how come u live in thephilipinnes and are not good with tagalog? where didyou learn to grow up specifically with english in a country that means speaks tagalog? thismay be a cultural difference but im curious

the ph doesn’t necessarily have only one dialect, in fact there’s a whole lot more other than just tagalog :0c theres also a bunch of diferent versions of a certain dialect(for example: bisaya) based on where u are too
and im not rlly all tht fluent in tagalog bc i don’t necessarily live in a place in the ph where it’s the main dialect(the main here is bisaya)
also i learned english bc of disney cartoons and like…school’s a thing so

The Houses as Travellers
  • Gryffindor: always ends up having little to no showers, tries to visit as many friends as possible, is constantly on the move, dreads super long flights, makes sure to by loads of unique goodies from all the places they end up going to, wishes they could go to as many places as possible.
  • Hufflepuff: is easily able to sleep on any form of transportation, makes the best out of the worst situations, goes with the flow, every new place is so exciting for them, they want to share their adventures with as many friends and family members as possible.
  • Ravenclaw: wears the same clothes day after day without anyone noticing, h a t e s deciding what’s necessary to pack, their sleeping schedules are totally messed up, tries to record their travels as much as possible whether it be through photos, videos or writing.
  • Slytherin: no one back home hears any word from them until they return with loads of new stories, loves trying all the new food, always has a plan for what their next adventure is, likes to find out about their destination before they go there, always seems to know someone in each country they go to.
australian nsw north coast gothic
  • the pacific highway is constantly upgrading. the roadworks never end. the road stretches into the distance, quiet. there are no workers, but the machines still dig.
  • you log into facebook. people you may know has updated. a girl is friends with your cousin. your cousin is friends with your boss. your boss is friends with the girl’s brother. they all live three hours away. they all know who you are. you do not know them.
  • Grafton is inland, but there is nothing to the east. do not ask what is there, only pray you will never find out.
  • city people ask you where you’re from. you tell them the name of your town. they have never heard of it. neither have you.
  • the villages on the coast brag about the beach. you visit, once. the ground is covered in sand. seagulls tear hot chips from your fingers.the people are covered in sand too. none of them wear shoes. there is a vacancy in their eyes.
  • don’t linger too long at the Taree service center. everybody is dressed in yellow and red. the town is yellow and red. yellow and red sponsors the town. yellow and red owns the town. yellow and red is the town. Taree is McDonalds.
  • the islands off the coast are empty. only one has a lighthouse. we say nobody lives there. we know that it blinks at night.
  • choosing a university is difficult, even with your regional points. you could brave the cold winters of Armidale, or escape to the drunk paradise of the Gold Coast. quick, you only have 3 seconds to decide, or Lismore will be your only option.
  • Mullumbimby doesn’t exist. Iggy Azalea never grew up there. The beaches were beautiful, but it couldn’t escape the shame. Mullumbimby doesn’t exist.
  • the Great Dividing Range looms over you. waterfall way is the only way up to Dorrigo. your parents warn you never to go west alone.
  • state of origin night, and all the houses are painted blue. all the faces are painted blue. except for the children. they don maroon. they have never known victory.
  • your local shopping centre has no escalators, if you even have one at all. you buy your clothes from target country. unless you live in Coffs Harbour. in that case, good luck.
  • it’s July, and the hipsters, goths, indie girls, and tired dads swarm up the highway. they ask you for directions. splendour, they say. it’s in the grass. you only nod blankly. there is no splendour here. only mud, and rain.
  • there’s a roundabout in the middle of the highway. and a 40km school zone. this is the main route between Brisbane and Sydney. only the strong will survive Urunga to Nambucca.
  • Russell Crowe’s house in Nana Glen is empty. he only ventures home to visit his parents. there is nobody living there, but that doesn’t stop the sightings.
  • You visit Casino for Beef Week. You see the Beef Queen crowned. You clap, as the cows surround the regent. All hail the queen of beef.
  • you wait at your local bus stop, for the once-a-day service. it never comes. it was never going to.
  • working a shift at your local bowling club, you notice the customers ageing. they age, and you are afraid. everyone is old. they all order chicken schnitzel. you must send them to Port Macquarie. it is the only place for them.
  • everybody loves the big banana. you are proud of the big banana. everybody wants to visit the big banana. nobody wants to leave the big banana. nobody is allowed to leave the big banana. everybody want to stay at the big banana. everybody must stay at the big banana. it’s a whole bunch of fun.
  • you moved to the north coast when you were young. you know your way around. it becomes your home. soon, you forget any other places exist. you stop visiting Brisbane or Sydney. you have never been further north than byron bay, never past the nymboida, you are scared to step foot in forster-tuncurry. you were born on the north coast.