They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
It could be also he’s taunting her for taking a train while mourning. I remember my parents telling me a long time ago, back in the day it was disgraceful for a widow to leave her home while mourning. Therefore, the man might be irritating her about it which show how graceful she is since you can tell she’s trying to move on, as painfully it is for her while “society” back in the day might not agree with it.
Now: 30 years old, residing in North Carolina, USA. Medic, Traveller, Pilot, and all round self confessed lover of all things zombie.
At the time my ‘then’ photo was taken, my parents were in the middle of a very bitter divorce and subsequent custody battle. This photo was taken at my mother’s parent’s house at Easter while I was visiting her. I remember this time in my life because it was when I first became aware of what it was like to be socially outcast for something that was beyond my control. This was the year I started school. This was the year, that I first remember being called fat and being ridiculed and singled out for my parents being divorced and for me living with my father (something which was unheard of in the 80’s in Australia). My school years were punctuated by a lot of this kind of bullying. In high school, I was very focused on what I wanted to do when I left school, but because I came across as a little bit of a tom boy, I was called fat, and a loser and even spat on a few times for reasons that I am still unsure of. When I left school, life suddenly became a lot clearer to me. I realised that who you are, is not defined by what others think of you in high school or for what they think of you in general. Who you are comes from within. What others think of you, doesn’t matter - as long as you are living the life you want to live. Surround yourself with positive people who encourage you, support you and stand by you and you will become the amazing person you are destined to be! Today, I look back at my school years and I’m grateful for the experience. Being bullied and socially outcast made me a more humble and loving person. I have travelled the world, learnt how to fly a plane and studied Paramedicine, all because I surrounded myself with people who encouraged me, supported me and were a positive influence in my life. I’d like to think I make a difference to the lives of other people I come across every day and I hope to someone else one day, I can be the positive, supportive influence that I was lucky enough to have.
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
The small amount of notes on this post worries me.
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS