it’s been exactly 10 years since Rachel got off that plane and I’m still not over it.
this is how you end a show. you don’t give the audience exactly what they want, or take it completely away from them either, you leave them with the idea of what could be
you don’t throw all sanity to hell in the hopes of going out with a bang, you go out with a warm hug and a thank you
you don’t give the characters the perfect dream ending, you give them something better
and this is how you end a show that is so powerful, people are still emotional about it 10 years after it ends.
fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.