The Good LIfe

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haha this page is awesome. Overland Park for life!

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((Some cities of Johnson County. On the left is Overland Park, the second-largest city in Kansas. On the right is Olathe (my city and the fourth-largest city in Kansas.))
Overland Park is kind of a bitch but definitely the most popular girl in school. XD She’s always trying to expand her influence over the smaller cities by annexing them, much to their annoyance. She’s not as rich as other JoCo cities like Mission Hills or Fairway, but she pretends to be. She’s very proud of her mall and her corporations. Her motto is “above and beyond by design.” Founded in 1905 by real estate developer and railroad magnate William B. Strang. Fun Fact; In 1909, OP was the site of the first airplane flight west of the Mississippi River, a fact which she will brag about. Yes, she is supposed to look bland and ordinary, but she brags about everything. Olathe thinks she’s a young upstart stealing her glory.
Olathe is older; in fact one of the oldest cities in Kansas. Founded in 1857. Like Lawrence, she became known as for her anti-slavery sentiments and was attacked by William Quantrill in 1862. Half a dozen people were killed and much of the town was burned. Served as a stop on several stagecoach lines and became the home of the first cowboy boot company. The county seat of JoCo, but one of the poorest cities in the county. She has had very traumatic experiences with urban renewal since the 1960s and is constantly trying to reinvent/reconstruct her downtown (Hence the plastic surgery bandage across her nose). Maybe one of these days she will actually be happy with the way she looks. She actually has dark hair but I didn’t color it in OTL. The other cities in JoCo make fun of her for being kind of ghetto, even though she’s really not. Their perceptions are just rather…skewed.))

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stainedglasslife:

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.” ― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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There was nothing that was worth going far to get: all was lies! Every smile concealed a yawn of boredom, every joy a misery. Every pleasure brought its surfeit; and the loveliest kisses only left upon your lips a baffled longing for a more intense delight.

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After this dreary disappointment there was the same void in her heart again, and the succession of identical days began anew.

And so they would follow on, one after another, always the same; innumerable days that brought nothing. Other people, however drab their lives, could at least expect something to happen to them. One little episode would sometimes lead to endless turns of fortune and changes of scene. But for her there was nothing. Such was God’s will. The future was an unlighted corridor with a stoutly locked door at the end of it.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via asupremewasteoflife)

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