Everyone talks about Everest, but we must never forget the people who make the journey possible. 🏔️ The porters, the lodges and tea houses, the yaks and beasts of burden, and the mountain communities are all part of the experience.
Ryan didn’t go home, not after that night, and he’d ended up just sort of staying. They didn’t speak about it, it just happened, even though neither of them had really realised it.
““Sure y/n.” He shook his head and laughed.Hdo you want to go get breakfast?” he asked with a sweet soft voice. You nodded in agreement, “mhm, but can we stop at my hotel so i can change?” He smiled and chuckled softly.
e turned around and looked at you.
Averaged conventional experiences and conventional wisdom, regurgitated in a non-offensive, plausible-looking package. Where's the subjective lived human experience, the personal judgement, the slightly odd and difficult sentence structure, the touch of originality?