remember how good you are
think about every smile you went
out of your way
to put on somebody’s face
even when you were tripping
on your own feet and trying to
ignore everyone’s laughter
remember how much you mean
to the people who’ve taken
something from even
one word you’ve written
that made them feel slightly
less alone
remember how good you are
even when you do wrong
there is someone out there
who is better off
because you exist-
and that
is everything.
remember how the national played at a tiny brooklyn bar on tuesday and i totally would have tried to get tickets and go
but i couldn’t because i had work
i went into the tag
sufjan was there
fuck my life
Your Daily Reminder That
- your limitations are real and don’t make you worthless no matter how low they are or how high you want them to be
- it’s okay to want your limitations to be higher but
- you and your mental/emotional/physical health are important
- taking time off from responsibilities and obligations so you can look after yourself does not make you a bad person
- doing nothing all day but things you like & make you happy doesn’t mean you’re lazy or shirking your work
- it’s a form of self care
- you are worth looking after
- you are worth looking after
- you are fucking worth looking after
A lot of people hate hipsters.. I don’t! I respect them! Because they move into the most dangerous neighborhoods and force everybody out. That’s some gangster shit! It’s actually just white people being white people, that’s all it is. We’ve been doing it for centuries. They’re almost starting to look like old Spanish conquistadors with their dumb mustaches. Next thing you know they’re gonna start wearing those metal helmets, carrying swords… ‘I’m the duke of the housing complex! Gluten-free cupcakes for everyone! Bring me the first Strokes album - on vinyl!’
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| — | Dan Soder (via captainsassmerica) |
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
solidarity with survivors whose narratives are inconvenient
solidarity with survivors who do not elicit pathos or sympathy
solidarity with survivors who nobody rushes to protect
solidarity with survivors who have grown teeth and fangs
solidarity with survivors who do not want you to fucking touch them ever
solidarity with survivors whose boundaries are like guillotines
solidarity with survivors who do not want to tell their stories
solidarity with survivors who live alone
solidarity with survivors who choose to hide their vulnerabilities rather than share them
I am over this confessional culture, where the more vulnerable you make yourself the more credibility you are considered to have, and concepts of “community” that have no significance to my life.
This is why there are and will continue to be less and less personal writings on this blog, less focus on the things that I feel and think and more focus on the things that I do. But this is something that I wanted to say.
Solidarity with survivors who change the way the live to cope
Solidarity with survivors who cut ties and burn bridges with whoever
Solidarity with survivors that want to smash everything
relevant now, relevant always
i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
THIS IS WATER
” In 2005, author David Foster Wallace was asked to give the commencement address to the 2005 graduating class of Kenyon College. However, the resulting speech didn’t become widely known until 3 years later, after his tragic death. It is, without a doubt, some of the best life advice we’ve ever come across, and perhaps the most simple and elegant explanation of the real value of education.
This video was built around an abridged version of the original audio recording, with the hopes that the core message of the speech could reach a wider audience who might not have otherwise been interested. However, we encourage everyone to seek out the full speech (because, in this case, the book is definitely better than the movie).”
If you watch just one video today, make it this one.
^^^ What she said.
This video will be very worth your time. I promise.
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
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| — | Gertrude Stein (via anhedeonia) |
heads up
if i ever stop talking to you as much
- its not you
- there are a lot of things going on right now and idk what im doing and i often forget the fact that i have friends omfg
- i still want to be close
if i ever message/text/call/ect you a lot
- pls let me know bc i dont want to make you uncomfortable or bug you
- be a Pal; dont let me make an asshat out of myself
- ps its more than likely because i want to be close
