Will, she’s been dead two years and that’s the shit I remember. Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That’s what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me, too, she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not, aw, that’s the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds. You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn’t perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you’re perfect for each other. That’s the whole deal. That’s what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you’re findin’ out that one is by givin’ it a shot. You certainly won’t learn from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell a piss ant like you.
—  Sean played by Robin Williams, “Good Will Hunting
ID #22824

Name: Keo
Age: 22 (23 soon)
Country: France

Hi everyone ! So I’m Keo, I’m 22 (23 in august) and I live in the south-west of France. I pretty curious about having a penpal and I’m willing to try :)

So what can I say…I did 4 years in an animation/video games school ( Dragon Age is probably my favorite game btw), then 1 semester studying archeology and now I return to art school to be an illustrator. I was born in Vietnam, I enjoy arts (drawings, paintings, dance, music…everything). I like to learn about history (from the new archeological discoveries to why a castle is named a certain way to how a nation evolved), I also like to read (mostly fantasy, but my favorite books are old french classics), cook… I like to wonder about paranormal stuff, and discover things about other cultures ! So feel free to share yours with me !

I’d prefer to exchange via e-mail, or tumblr -be warned I reblog A LOT of various things from politics, to art, to memes-, because I will surely respond quicker(but letters are fine too) !

Note : I will be in Vietnam for 2 months and a half until August, so if you want to contact me, do it via e-mail during this time !

Preferences: I’d prefer to talk to someone from ages 18 to 30 :)


Wonderful stuff, the little things..

Thinking About Dying by Julie Ako

Sometimes you have to sit in a room with all your stuff and think about dying and wonder about this stuff and other things, like where it’s all gonna go afterwards.

Maybe your family will donate everything to that goodwill off Morgan and you have to think about the kid who will eventually buy your GameCube and a box of all your favorite games for 15$. Is he going to enjoy that version of Starfox as much as you did? You also gotta think about if he’s gonna overwrite your last save file or finish the game for you and if he does, will he feel like he’s really accomplished anything at all?

 You gotta think about if your parents are going to spring for that extra padded cushioned coffin with the warranty that the funeral director is going to try and sell them and if they do, will they watch that same funeral director speed off into the distance in a newly restored cherry Cadillac Coupè de Ville. You gotta think about if they’re going to watch him push 100 mph, Valkyrie cry and hyena cackle to the sky with a handful of your their grief soaked money all because you had to be an idiot and die. 

You also gotta think about the fact that maybe your parents will turn your childhood bedroom into a creepy mausoleum for their dead child and never go into it and when they have guests over it’ll be that weird room that no ones allowed to go into, which naturally makes them more curious. You have to think about the fact that maybe your parents might even get a dog and name it after you and dress it up in miniature sized versions of your entire wardrobe and one day that dog will die and it will rain for three straight days and your parents won’t be able to bury it. 

You have to think about how your mom might be so grief stricken from losing her furry replacement you that she’ll hang out in the shed with its dead body and you have to think about the Prada shoebox your mom is going to inevitably bury it in. 

You have to think that maybe one day your parents will lose all of their friends because they’re the weird couple who can’t let go of their child. You have to understand that even when you’re dead everything is still going to be your fault.

You have to think about the fact that all your friends are going to die and Facebook will be just one big graveyard you all used to hangout in. You have to ask yourself “Do things collect dust on the internet?” You have to understand that they do.

You have to think about the fact that maybe ghosts are real and you’re going to become one because you have some unfinished task, nothing important like curing cancer or solving the energy crisis but something menial like emptying the dishwasher but now you can’t because your hands are made of whatever ghosts are made of and you can’t pick up solid things like the handle to the dishwasher so now you’re stuck as a ghost forever.

You have to think about how long it takes to drive from Chicago to Ann Arbor. How much time do you spend dying in a car on your way to see someone you love? I have been dying for one month and three days to see you. You have to think about how much you can love an organism that is decaying right in front of you.

Do you ever think about how much space you’re taking up? Even when you’re dead, you’re still occupying unnecessary space. One day the kid with your GameCube will die and maybe you can talk about Starfox in Hell because the Jehovah Witnesses were right. The funny thing about your parents getting a dog is you never even liked dogs in the first place. You were more of a cat person. The funeral director gets into heaven through some loophole. God shrugs because the world is unfair. Sometimes life is unfair and then you die. You have to think about these things sometimes, Julie.