Well, I hope I can provide some form of entertainment for you people!!! oh and I am awesome. end of story.
And I started to walk
Pretty soon I will run
And I’ll come running back to you
'Cause I followed my star
And that’s what you are
I’ve had a merry time with you
I said that using my best Britney Spears impression. ;) I just thought I would give you an update on the most important thing right now because, socks. School, work? Psshaw! Socks are where it’s at. I hope all is well with you. keep on going, my friends. :)
I figured it out. Whenever I feel upset about things. I always try to get to the cause of it. I know what it is now. I have never ever been anybody’s first choice. Never been somebodys greatest option. I try to be there and befriend everyone I get along with, however maybe that makes me stretch myself a bit too thin. I’m defeated. I go from one glimmer of hope with someone, to getting the rug pulled from underneath my feet in what felt like an instant. I will never give up on people, I will always hold hope. I am just exhausted.
Writers are too neurotic to ever be happy. - Connie Willis
One of the rare things I disagree with the brilliant Connie Willis on, though I do take her point.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s true! I hope not, though. I was on the phone to a writer friend, and we were talking about goals, and I said I wanted to be happy, and I felt startled and a little awed by the idea.
It was me! I was the writer friend she was on the phone with. “Happy?” I believe I said, as though I’d misheard her. “I didn’t know you wanted to be happy.”
When I was in my early 20s and drowning in pretension, I remember my girlfriend at the time asking me why I didn’t even seem to WANT to be happy, and I told her that I didn’t find happiness a compelling goal for life.
I’m still not really motivated by a desire to be happy, and I may well be too neurotic ever to be happy. But I have come to believe now that happy is one of the most noble and heroic things that people can be. I undervalued happiness because I associated it with simplicity and inattention. In fact, I suspect that happiness almost always results from being both attentive and accepting.
Maybe that is what writers as a rule cannot do? I don’t know. I can be accepting until I have to be attentive, and I can be attentive until I have to be accepting, but when asked to do both, I always retreat into fiction, where I make the damned rules.
That’s the thing about ham, it demands to be eaten.
My thoughts are hams I cannot fathom into sandwiches
I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of eating ham.
‘It’s a metaphor, see: You put the ham right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to be delicious.’
“And in that moment, I swear we are ham.”
Wait. Wrong book.
Goddammit John green.
I love everything about this post
I am literally watching my roommate/best friend shove her computer in her dogs face and say “LOOK AT THE MONKEY! NO, THAT IS MY HAND! I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT THE MONKEY!” I love my life.
- Miss Kay: Wow, I don't even know where to start. The first thing I'd say is from the time I was 14 years old, I loved you. And We've been through some good times and some hard times. I loved you when we were poor and you were not so nice, but now you're really nice and kind. And all I can say about that is: I'm not going anywhere.
- Phil: That's good to know!
- Miss Kay: I will love you forever.
- Phil: Let's see, Miss Kay, we've been running together since we were teenagers; Your ol' blue Chevrolet, Si in the back. You have cooked me a many good meal. From your loins came 4 healthy, godly men. You're my best friend and I love you dearly. I'm gonna be with you for the long-haul, until they put me in the ground. Good?
- Miss Kay: Perfect!
"‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”
this is personally in my list of things you must reblog when you see it
The best. Ever.