1. Gay is okay.
2. Straight is okay.
3. Crazy is awesome.
4. Transvestites are fine.
5. Rock ‘n roll is fantastic.
6. How to do the time warp.
7.Balding men can be cool.
8. Wheelchair-bound doesn’t make you anything less than you are.
9.Feeling sexy is nothing to be ashamed of.
10.Dress to express.
11. Don’t dream it, be it.
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
oh my god
A letter to the parents of a 20-something,
I don’t want to be you. I don’t want to be stuck like you are. And I know that’s a terrible thing to say. I know you’re not “stuck” but in a way you are. You’re not happy. I know you’re not. You love us yes but you’re not happy. You’ve never been happy. This life that you’re in now isn’t the one you’ve always wanted. It’s not the one you dreamed of.
I’m sorry that I’m looking for my dreams. No, I take that back, I’m not sorry. I’m not. I’m who you raised me to be. I’m who you taught me to be. I’m the girl with a backbone and with dreams as far as the eye can see and I’m the person who was told from day one that I can do whatever I want to do. Just with enough motivation to do it.
So if I don’t have your encouragement, no matter how much I want it, no matter how much I need it, I will do it. I will make it. I won’t be you. I won’t be unhappy like you. I will NOT put that onto my own children.
No matter what obstacles that life throws at me I have to push forward. I have to try harder. I have to keep trying, keep doing, and I CAN’T let anything get in my way. I’m not asking for your help. I haven’t asked for your help. What I want is your love, even if it’s from the background.
I want you to tell me that you’re proud of me. But at the same time I don’t need the words. I don’t need that. I don’t know what I need. But I need to get out of here.
I can’t be stuck in a place I’m not happy – it’s not healthy.
I’m at the point in my life that I want out. That I want to do crazy things like transfer schools again and take chances on dreams and figure out what the hell I want with my life. I didn’t see this coming weeks ago. I didn’t see this coming days ago. But I see it coming now. And the road might be blurry and I might not know how to get there. But know that I don’t need you to be there with me. I don’t. But I would like it if you were. I would like it if this house didn’t feel like a prison. I would like if I could come home without a tremor of turmoil in my stomach. I would like it if I didn’t have to ignore what I wanted to make you comfortable and happy.,
So I’m going to figure myself out. I’m going to make MYSELF proud. And I hope you’re proud along the way. But that’s all I can do. That’s the best I can for you. And I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry I’m not what you wanted me to. I’m happy I’m something more. I’m happy you’ve raised me to be something more. For that I’m grateful.
When I make it out I won’t forget you. I will still love you. But if you try to pull me down and keep me here I hope you know that I will pull away will everything I have.
Remember, I am what you made me. All the good and all the bad. Who I am and who I become reflects you, but you don’t need to acknowledge any of it. If all you want is for me to be happy, please, let me be happy.
I’m basically a shoe-in for the court reporting program at this prestigious school for it and I’m sort of freaking out yesssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a most inspiring scene, formative to my identity
My great-great-grandmother’s portrait hung in the university up until the Revolution. By then, the truth of their romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.
No but… Cinderella Malec style. Magnus as the prince. Jace and Isabelle as the “stepsisters”. Idk Mayrse as the “step mother”. And idk more Ever After style and idk plot ideaaas.
sometimes i just wish i could make people understand that openly liking yourself when you’ve spent your whole life believing that you’re worthless isn’t ~vanity, it’s a fucking act of resistance