i am and i am not

Recently, a wedding invitation from 1916 came into my possession. It has haunted me since.

Some flicker of humanity named Grace Pearl Price lovingly wrote out a wedding invitation, one hundred and one years ago. She sent it off to somebody in Ohio, and that somebody probably went to the wedding and stashed the invitation in some box.

The box passed through time, going through each moment before that moment disintegrated into history and brought another moment forth. Countless moments. That box was temporary and then infinite, temporary, and then infinite, quiet and unobtrusive in an attic or closet, listening to the years fall by. 

That invitation held up to the weight of existence longer than Grace Pearl Price and Stanley Lamar Gerrish. That wedding invitation outlived the marriage. That infinite invitation is lying on my bed in the year 2017, with the love and the dust and the years still inside it. It’s insane. 

That invitation passed through the rise of cars, the rebellion of flapper girls, two world wars, the gangsters of the fifties, the explosion of television, the hippies and their drugs, the chaos of 1980s culture, the mom jeans and classic films of the 1990s, the oddities and surge of popularity of computers and cellphones during the early 2000s, the Uggs boot craze of the early 2010s; untold lives and spinning of humanity; and now it’s passing through me, my home, my hands, my life, before it goes on. It will outlive me, my existence, these dim times. 

The infinite invitation. Inviting all who find it to remember the wedding of Grace to her darling lover Stanley. All the way back in 1916.

I wonder if Grace knew what time-defying piece of humanity she had forged when she swept her pen eagerly across that envelope. I wonder if she knew what immortal she had birthed from ink and tender paper.

Thank you, Grace, for inviting me to your wedding. I accept.

honestly I just wanted to thank all of you who have been here for me, the good, the bad, the ugly.. you guys are my family. I’ll never regret joining this fandom and becoming a swifite, taylor has changed my life and done so much good in this world. you guys are the real mvp’s, i cant list anyone at the moment but you know who you are, i love you all so so much and I will forever be greatful thati met you guys and that i found taylor.

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DOES ANYONE ELSE EVER GET AN UNADULTERATED FEELING OF NOSTALGIA AND AN ALMOST PHYSICAL PAIN IN THEIR CHEST THINKING ABOUT OLD FANDOMS THEY USED TO BE IN LIKE GOD

I MISS THE PERSON I WAS BACK THEN

I MISS THE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I USED TO TURN TO FOR COMFORT

I MISS THE WORLD I USED TO GET LOST IN

I MISS THE FRIENDS I USED TO HAVE BECAUSE OF IT

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK