when you actually like a drawing you made but everyone else ignores it
being too anxious to talk to your own friends
“I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.” Joseph Gordon-Levitt about his character.
A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.
I can’t explain how much not just this whole quote, but this bit in particular, means to me, how many times I have been Summer and how many times I’ve been Tom. And how though Tom is obviously incredibly heart broken, I feel the relationship hurt Summer a lot more. She broke up with him for a reason, because she realized she was an idea. It hurts to be someone’s need because you have their favored genitalia, the same sense of humor, and the unbridled desire to fall in love. And you can’t love someone anymore after you realize you are their idea, their fairy tale, the studio family portrait that they already have framed on the wall in their head. And it’s not because real love is absent of these thoughts and feelings (of feeling you’ve found your “Prince Charming” or a “happy ending”), but because we are taught from a young age that finding the love of your life is when your life is going to be complete. That this person will awaken something inside you that you can’t do yourself and this person will give you happiness that you will never find without them. And it’s not true. I can’t wait to find “the love of my life”, I hope that person is pursuing something they love and I hope that they know how to be happy as the beautiful person they are. And then we can be happy together, because we were happy alone first.
if loki gets beheaded or dies i will
and walk out of the damn movie theater
and i will walk across the country
and swim across the atlantic ocean and end up in england
i will knock on tom hiddleston’s front door and sit with him on his couch and hug him
and we will bawl our eyes out together
There are very few things in my life that make me feel the way hooping does. By very few, I really mean there’s not another fucking thing like it in this world.
I don’t expect everyone I meet to understand this.
I don’t expect anyone I meet to know that when my father died, hooping is what saved me. That it quite literally channeled the entire brunt of my grief. That I spent every moment I was awake inside of my circle, for months on end. Pushing. Pulling. Growing. Crying, and screaming. All within the confines of my circle. I have wiped more tears than dew off of my hoop, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
I don’t expect anyone to understand the way that my hoop gives me confidence like I never had, that it makes me feel real, whole, complete, and beautiful. That I’m finally free to be completely me, within my 30 inches of comfort zone.
I don’t expect anyone to realize that when I’m busting myself in the face, bruised on every limb, out of breath, and puking from overheating, that it’s the highest and most clear I’ve ever felt in my life.
I really, really do not expect most of everyone to understand how I can comfortably spend $400 on a hula hoop. This is something I will probably always get at least a little shit for.
I especially don’t expect most people to understand the connection to the circle I’ve developed spiritually, and how it applies to everything around me. From math, to dance, to philosophical pondering. Circular theory really is in every single thing.
So when people say things to me like “it’s just a toy”, and “right, but what do you do”, I like to remind them that one day, when I’m old and gross, I’ll still be hooping. Not to be a “badass”, or to be admired, or even to do so on a performance level. I will be doing it for me. For my physical and mental strength, my heart, and my mind. When my knees eventually give and I can’t walk anymore, I’ll do flat work and elbows until my fucking arms fall off. Do you understand what I’m saying? I am a hooper. This is engrained inside of my soul and no amount of trying will make it something trivial or immature. Dancing within the circle is how you can remember me forever. Are a ballerina’s slippers “just a toy”? Is a painter’s brush a “frivolous thing to spend that much money on”? Do you understand that this art, this dance… This is all I have. The very core of who I am expressed as clearly as I know how. This little hunk of plastic is my brush, my slippers. It is my quill, with which I compose my symphony for the world to hear; that I expose myself with, to my most vulnerable point.
But, that’s okay. It’s just a toy.
it makes me irrationally angry when they change book covers when the movie comes out
OUT OF ALL THE JAPANESE FEMALE MUSICIANS, I RESPECT NAMIE AMURO THE MOST. SHE IS SUCH A STRONG, CARING, AND TALENTED WOMAN. SHE HAS GONE THROUGH SO MUCH ESPECIALLY FROM THE BRUTAL MURDER OF HER MOTHER TO GETTING CUSTODY OF HER SON. PEOPLE HAVE CALLED HER UGLY BUT I DISAGREE. SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN INSIDE AND OUTSIDE TO ME.
you know what i hate
when someone’s a lesbian and another girl is like “omg i’m afraid to go near her she might rape me because she’s lesbian” are you fucking stupid i am literally going to punch a hole through your face
and you’re left speechless. You want to be able to say something to make them feel better, but you can’t think of anything. All you can do is try to respond with something but then it seems like you don’t care. It sucks when someone is pouring their heart out to you, and you can’t do anything to fix it.
Ignorance hurts. Even if you don’t know much about asexuality, start here to learn.
I am sick of being confined. I am sick of selfish people. I am sick of feeling trapped. I am sick of being in crowds. I am sick of being forced. I am sick of being nervous. I am sick of being angry. I am sick of being sad. I am sick of being tired. I want to travel. I want to lay in the sun. I want to talk to strangers. I want to be free I want to be free I want to be free.