Dawn
3 AM is faery time, when the stars huddle close to Earth for warmth and the moon quiets down the galaxy. 3 AM is when roses murmur violet lullabies to their trembling stems - when even thorns cease to draw drops of scarlet blood, when their roots tangle themselves up so they can sleep in the other’s arms.
3 AM is when I’m closest to my memories of you. 3 AM is when my eyes are drawn shut, when my lips tremble with the fear of pain pressed up against them. 3 AM is when my throat swells around the air, fat and tight and unrelenting.
3 AM is when my monsters rip their way out of the hot dirt underneath the earth. 3 AM is when they gnaw my skin to knotted bone, and also when your kisses sing a melody on the guitar strings of my tendons.
3 AM is when you’re asleep and I’m awake, always, 3 AM is the farthest I’ve ever been from you and the closest I’ll ever need, 3 AM is when my heart hurts and sings and breaks, 3 AM is when my hands are cold and lonely.
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my brother made a ‘hammock’ and has been watching tv like that for an hour
that awkward moment when you have almost the exact same footie pajamas as a little kid
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apparently I’m not the invincible young lad that I once was. I was washing cars today (and only for a few hours!) and the burns I have on my body are crazy. I have to start taking better care of myself…
…NOT.
Elle Woods was hollering back before the movement. This is why i love this movie. It’s so progressive. Elle is a femme feminist who comes by it the hard way. She doesn’t change for the bookish people, the elitists, or for the feminists. She just does what she needs to do, and what she wants, even when at first it was chasing a boy. Then the movie drops the romance. IT DROPS THE ROMANCE. chick flicks don’t do that. Emmett asking her out is a footnote at the very end. And this whole time, she is classy, and lady like, and has pride in herself and her work. She’ll go to a costume party as a playboy bunny, but like hell will she sleep with her professor for an internship. Elle is my feminist role model
Same.
Elle Woods 4ever
I remember listening to my DAD defend Legally Blonde. An uncle was saying “Oh look, it’s that stupid movie again.” as he flipped through the channels. My dad responded with “Oh yeah, that movie where the blonde girl with great grades works really hard to get into pre-law, studies hard and proves herself to her peers and bosses while maintaining her integrity and not sleeping with her boss? What a terrible message to send girls.”
Also, I love this movie because Reese Witherspoon.
And don’t forget that she has serious female friends and wins the case by way of her specialist knowledge of so-called “feminine things” that no one else takes seriously enough to even bother with.
The movie also passes the Bechdel test.
LET’S NOT FORGET that even though it starts with a situation where two girls are rivals for the same guy, they BOTH choose to ignore the social codes (and hollywood bylaws) that tell them they should be cat-fighting and trying to one-up each other, and instead they realize that they make good working partners and better friends and screw rivalry, AND ALSO HAVE EACH OTHER’S BACKS RE: WORKPLACE SEXUAL HARASSMENT. And that it portrays sororities as places where women can learn to work together and respect each other and help each other out, which sets the stage for the way Elle treats everyone she meets for the rest of the movie. OH AND IT HAS A FAT SIDE CHARACTER WHO OVERCOMES EMOTIONAL ABUSE, IS NEVER FAT-SHAMED OR USED AS THE BRUNT OF A FAT JOKE, AND LANDS THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE FILM.
Also, Elle still stays true to herself in a professional setting. Even when it’s tough for her, she always keeps being her bubbly, peppy self. She doesn’t let what others say about her stop her from being a kickass lawyer that also is unafraid to express herself how she wants to.
and she is hot.
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Some of my little power trips:
- I pretend not to remember someone’s name (especially if they tell me that they can’t remember my own)
- I do not accept most friend requests right away (if I decide not to accept, I don’t decline it either, limbo)
- I usually don’t submit friend requests to others, I wait for them to request me
- Depending on the person, I will wait a certain period of time before responding to text messages
- If I pass you by I usually will not acknowledge you unless we make eye contact or you acknowledge me first.
I dislike people that are like, “that person is soooo immature.” seriously, I feel like you need to get off that high horse. Not everybody seeks to numb their life in the mousetrap of soporific capitalism. I don’t know the types of people with whom you associate, but no one is as dry humored as you believe.
In unrelated news: I just watched ‘Into the Wild’ and it was great and cathartic and everything I want to experience at some point in my life except for *SPOILER ALER* he dies. I don’t want to die from my experiences. I am a survivor.
This video is so great; The Guild is so great.
took one day and night but it didn’t turn out as badly as most of my projects (which is the only reason I’m posting it haha), even as cheesy as it is.
freedom of speech means that the government is not allowed to tell you to shut the fuck up. it doesn’t mean that i am not allowed to tell you to shut the fuck up.
I like the humor behind this but no, the entirety of the Bill of Rights was a compromise made during the writing of the new constitution. The anti-federalists, i.e. the people who feared strong central governments, demanded protections from the newly forming republican state and thus the Bill of Rights was created.
Privately, the Bill of Rights does not apply, meaning I can still disallow you from speaking (at all) in my home, I can take away your gun in my home, I can even call you racist words in my home. The Bill of Rights applies to the public sphere (meaning the federal gov is limited by the BoR on what it can tell you to do), and later became applicable to corporations (as the feds extended their ability to regulate commerce to the workplace)
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Working on a photoshop project (fun project not school project) and it’s going much better than I expected, but I shouldn’t count my layers before they’re locked.
hint: it’s pretty narcissistic
you can mock the music to which I listen, e.g. Nickelback, but this song from Hoobastank is genius. The implications are outstanding.
”Whenever I step outside, somebody claims to see the light.” - Plato
“Nobody thinks that there just might be more than one way” - Derrida
“I’m not ever gonna know” - Socrates
“I don’t want to go and follow you just to end up like one of them” - Nietzsche
Just to name a few of the obvious lyrical ideas
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I was watching a commercial when I noticed a guy had my pocket knife. Immediately upon seeing it, I paused the commercial to examine the knife, yup exactly the same as my own
it was an ad for erectile dysfunction.
This sucks so badly
It’s completely my fault but I put off my work until this weekend. This weekend I went home to visit my family. I never get any work done at home. I came back to my dorm today and finished one of two assignments (I am giving a presentation tomorrow so I prepared that) but am currently struggling to start the other assignment (a 10 page paper).
It is now almost 3:30am and I cannot even think of a thesis. I had a thesis but I turned it in to my professor a while back and forgot to ask for it back. The paper is due in 8 hours and I would love to get some sleep otherwise my presentation will also suffer.
I normally have no problem finishing papers this late, but that’s the key, finishing the papers. I have never attempted to think of a thesis this late. And even if I can think of one, it’s going to suck. I am so fucked on this.
Guess it’s time to accept my first college C. and for a major class nonetheless, what the fuck am I doing
——UPDATE: Semi-false alarm. I didn’t get any sleep last night and ended up writing 4 separate term papers, all of which were terrible so I trashed them. The 5th paper I only got a chance to start (finished around 2 pages of it) so I was prepared to turn that in. Turns out the paper got pushed back to wednesday, so I have some more time, thank god.
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
It took 40 seconds.
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