One of the things I fell in love with on my recent trip to Cambodia was the Khmer language. The rhythmic spoken language was intriguing enough but its written script form I found fascinating. After a lifetime dominated by roman letterforms it was totally refreshing to look upon script on…
“You choose what to think about. And you may not feel that way every day, but the truth is, that you choose what you think about. It’s one of the few things that you can choose and it is—it’s kind of the definition, I think, of being a person. It’s that you have this weird gift of consciousness and you get to choose how you direct that gift. Like, how you direct your ability to think about things. So, if you choose to think about the relative health of the romantic relationships of The Situation, you’re making that choice. MTV is not making that choice for you, The Situation is not making that choice for you, you are making that choice. If you choose to think about astrophysics, you are making that choice. Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever. You are choosing how you spend your life, and it will be spent. And that’s a very serious thing that you have to try to take pretty seriously, even though, of course, much of our lives—because consciousness is kind of a burden—needs to be spent turning that off, which is, you know, why God made television. But we have this responsibility to ourselves, to each other, but also to the people who came before us and the people who will come after us, to think consciously about what we’re thinking about. And that was, in some ways the beginning of The Fault in Our Stars for me, was trying to think about, what I should be thinking about. Trying to think how I should be orienting my life, what should I value, what should I prioritize. And I grew up—and so did most of you—I think, in a world that values a very specific kind of heroism. The kind where you jump on a grenade to save your buddy, or you die heroically because your family says that you can’t marry the girl you want to marry, and you’re fourteen and somehow you think that’s a deal breaker?—which is the plot of Romeo and Juliet, I ruined it for some of you, sorry; I should have prefaced that with a spoiler alert, but if you haven’t read Romeo and Juliet, that’s your fault—or in another of our great epics of heroism, The Odyssey—which I’m also about to spoil for you, but it’s a good reading experience, regardless. There’s this dude, his name’s Odysseus, he does some good warring, top-notch warring, and it takes him a long time to get home, because a bunch of stuff happens, and then he finally gets home and his wife has a bunch of suitors, and the correct response to that situation is to be like, ‘Hey! I was gone for a long time, and there’s no text messaging, you didn’t know I was okay, like of course there’s a bunch of suitors living here, that’s cool, but suitors it’s time to head on out and, you know, find someone else’s house to occupy.’ And instead, what happens is that the palace floors course with blood, and that is your happily-ever-after ending. And Augustus Waters in this novel really buys into that idea of heroism, that idea that the best lives are lived on the biggest possible stage, and that the best lives are lived with an eye toward the grand heroic gesture, whether it be sacrificial or otherwise. That, like, the good life, by definition, is the big life. Well, I’m here to tell you that even the biggest lives are temporary, including the life of Odysseus, including the life of Romeo and Juliet, because, you know, we’re temporary. And if that’s the only way that we orient our lives, if that’s the only thing that we value, we’re doing ourselves, I think, a great disservice. So, I wanted to write The Fault in Our Stars because I wanted to write a story that was about the kind of small heroism that almost all of us are going to have to choose; very few of us will have the opportunity to jump on a grenade and save many, many people. The vast majority of us will have to find tiny ways to take care of ourselves and each other in the best ways that we can figure out how to do. And that’s really what The Fault in Our Stars is about, ultimately. It’s about these two kids and their parents trying to figure out how to take good care of each other and trying to figure out how to leave the best possible world for those who will come after, and also live a life that honors those who have come before.”—John Green, on The Fault in Our Stars at the Tour de Nerdfighting Event in Austin, Texas (21 January 2012)
you know what i was just thinking about how many movies and tv shows and books and shit are about— some romance between some chick and some dude where the dude’s all cute and bumbling and goofy and kind of a screw-up and the girl’s smart and talented and beautiful and a leader and a little bit…
I know that this might seem weird coming from me, and this blog, but it’s been picking away at me for a little while and I just have to try and say it now.
I have a massive problem with the way that a lot of people (including how I used to) approach ‘getting over self hatred’. I’m sorry to say…
THIS! Don’t get me wrong, I like my pretty girly photos, but I know not everyone is going to be sipping tea, and posing in front of expensive cameras, and live in a sepia toned pink world.
I feel like a lot of girly vintage blogs on tumblr seem to have this “Lady off” where they try to compete over who can make the fanciest themes, and who can collect the most cupcakes and sparkles. They all claim to be “Oh so unique” when like all high school subcultures they are the same.
I don’t deny that my blog can be very similar to a lot of girly vintage blogs out there. But I’m not going to stop being myself.
I like fucking, I like drinking, I eat ALOT, and I’m obsessed with good craftsmanship, and quality writing. I’m not built like a 12 year old boy, and I’m still learning how to not be insecure about the color of my skin, and my identity as a POC.
I’m not going to always titter and smile at you. I scowl, I punch, I fart, and gasp! GO TO THE BATHROOM AND SOMETIMES SMELL BAD!
This is why I try to reblog raw and eloquent statements on here. I don’t want to forget that we are all human.
The mother here also has no desire to live in a civilization based on respect and freedom.
In all my days of debating tumblr, I have never seen an ignorant and absolutely crass response from a person who clearly cannot figure out reading comprehension for myself.
How dare you even say that my mother has no desire to live in a civilization that is based on respect and freedom? How dare you, a stranger that has no fucking clue about what arranged marriage or South Asian women do in order to thwart their sexism even say that she has no desire to live in a civilization such as that?
Your concept of liberty is absolute bullshit. Arranged marriages are again, based on the consent of THE PEOPLE IN THE MARRIAGE. The first meeting that the to-be bride and groom have is like a blind date, but the parents pick the date instead of the friend. How hard is that for someone to understand?
A civilization based on your values of respect and freedom obviously don’t include the thousands upon thousands of South Asian men and women who have been happy in arranged marriages. I’m so sorry that a backwards civilization like us brown people don’t live up to your Western standards of liberty. I’m sure that the skyrocketing divorce rate in the US is our fault because we, as brown women force ourselves to get into marriage and divorce our husbands because we’re so oppressed.
Want to help us brown women be equal to ~your~ standards? Give us the personal liberty and freedom for us to make the right decision about ourselves. My mother, who is in that backwards civilization that you are talking about, is sitting right beside me in Canada (gasp, a WESTERN COUNTRY!) laughing at your assumption that she does not deserve to live in your civilization.
Now I’m going to let my oppressed brown followers eat you alive for insulting my mother, who understands the fact that liberty and freedom is different for people unlike you. Fuck off.
Again, more mention of skin color. Wonder why that is? Again, I see people as people, not colors.The racism gets stronger with every reblog. It’s like a defense mechanism or something, huh?
And honestly, I couldn’t care less about your mom or your tumblr followers “attacking me.”
she went there
she really did
with a handy side of
It’s one thing to “see people as people” and a completely DIFFERENT THING to think “MY WAY IS THE ONLY RIGHT WAY TO DO THINGS THEREFORE YOU ARE WRONG BECAUSE MY IDEALS ARE WESTERNIZED AND THEREFORE BETTER THEN EVERYONE ELSES”
Forgot to take my meds again (warning complaining)
Waking up early is making me really stupid in the mornings. I have to label reminders in neon to remind myself. Because of this, I got really dizzy and lethargic, and of course silly me took coffee last night and couldn’t sleep until 3. Then I had to hobble over to class where THIS MEAN BITCH DIDN’T HOLD THE ELEVATOR FOR ME. So I had to walk up six flights of stairs, and proceed to angrily attack everyone’s easels.
A lot of girls here like very pretty gradients and light strokes. My obsession with high contrast and thick bold lines became way more obvious, when girls started staring at me for covering their boards in black…..>_> (we had to edit each other’s pieces of work)
Then we had to listen to the radio class practice their lab by having a live showing of this blues trio, which I would have enjoyed if I, you know properly ate and slept. And all I wanted to do was hobble over to my bed and cry. OF COURSE it ends RIGHT WHEN THE DINING HALL CLOSES on the res campus, and I don’t want to go back to the academic campus, and I know I need to catch up on readings and work on finish up some lab assignments.
I just want to sleep and eat.
STUPID GIRL DON’T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR ANTIDEPRESSANTS SO YOU DON’T GET DIZZY!
If a woman has pride in her body, then she’s not going to give a shit if someone calls her a slut. She’ll just do whatever she wants to do. Guys don’t care if someone calls them a man whore for sleeping around. They’ll just do whatever they feel like, because it’s they’re bodies, and they like…
Because, you see, the Fantasy of Being Thin is not just about becoming small enough to be perceived as more acceptable. It is about becoming an entirely different person – one with far more courage, confidence, and luck than the fat you has. It’s not just, “When I’m thin, I’ll look good in a bathing suit”; it’s “When I’m thin, I will be the kind of person who struts down the beach in a bikini, making men weep.” See also:
When I’m thin, I’ll have no trouble finding a partner/reinvigorating my marriage.
When I’m thin, I’ll have the job I’ve always wanted.
When I’m thin, I won’t be depressed anymore.
When I’m thin, I’ll be an adventurous world traveler instead of being freaked out by any country where I don’t speak the language and/or the plumbing is questionable.
When I’m thin, I’ll become really outdoorsy.
When I’m thin, I’ll be more extroverted and charismatic, and thus have more friends than I know what to do with.
The question is, who do you really want to be, and what are you going to do about it? (Okay, two questions.) The Fantasy of Being Thin is a really convenient excuse for not asking yourself those questions sincerely — and that’s exactly why it’s dangerous. It keeps you from being not only who you are, but who you actually could be, if you worked with what you’ve got. And that person trapped inside you really might be cooler than you are right now.”—
So important to remember. Do not EVER let yourself think that your body, or most especially your weight, prevents you from doing ANYTHING you want to do. Because if you lose weight, if you gain weight, you are still the same person. It’s not your weight that’s getting in the way. It’s your perception of yourself. Let down those walls and LIVE!!!
I owe people tarot readings. If you blogged me after I proposed to me please respond. I have an early morning class tomorrow, but I could use some in between breaks while working on programming homework.