so yesterday at work my boss said that February is the quietest month and that we need to think of a way to keep the customers coming and another colleague suggested a valentine’s day special thing and I just shouted, “NO NO VALENTINE’S DAY STUFF”. and everyone was like “why?” and I just screamed “BECAUSE I’M SINGLE AND BITTER” and everyone just started laughing like it was a joke and I just laughed along but on the inside I was dying because it’s totally true and fml
Arms reaching, grasping sheets
There’s a chair that suddenly became vacant
Breakfast, lunch and dinner aloneBlooming roses have lost their fragrance
Talking, laughing with friends
Smiling at an empty space
Keeping busy, going on, moving on
Is hard when everything feels out of place
"Out of sight, out of mind,"
Nothing is more untrue
For here you are, out of sight
And still, all I can think of is you
this year my halloween costume will be a 20-something year old with an existential crisis and no future prospects
if you think operas are stuffy, old and boring:
Turandot is about a murderous Chinese princess who gives her suitors unsolvable riddles so she can kill them when they can’t give her the answers
Before I read TFiOS myself, I saw the quote
"I fell in love the way you fell asleep: slowly, and then all at once."
pop up all over Tumblr. And upon reading this, my mind just couldn’t compute with the grammar of the sentence, because I kept thinking: “GOD you are all so stupid, it should be ‘I fell in love WITH the way you fell asleep’ and then I read the book and the same sentence was in the book exactly like this, without “with”, and I thought “OMG John Green wrote it like this? Does his editor know about this? Hasn’t anyone noticed the error? Should I email?”
And then I realized that Augustus meant that the manner in which he fell in love was similar to the way Hazel fell asleep and long story short I’m pretty good at English but it’s still not my first language heyoooo.
We are now halfway through September, which for most people means they’re two weeks into the new semester. But not for me. Not this year. And I feel completely weird and disoriented about it. So bear with me.
so this summer I did the audiovisual registration of a children’s (ages 8-18) musical and there is this boy (17) who plays the lead and this girl who has some smaller parts (15) and they look totally cute together and I ship it so badly my fangirling has gone out of control but yeah I guess I have a new otp and I just imagine them being a couple and being the Beyonce&Jay-Z of the entire cast idk I’m such a creep
Creepy public transportation men.
Over the past month or so I’ve been reading a lot about women being harassed by creepy, pushy men in public transportation. I’ve seen people react to it like it wasn’t a big deal, but it really is. I’ve experienced it myself several times. And all times have made me feel extremely uncomfortable and frankly, unsafe.
When I was in San Francisco back in the summer of 2010 (I was 17), I rode the MUNI with my sister to do some shopping down at China Town. We sat somewhere along the back of the bus. It was crowded and it was a really warm day, so the icky, salty smell of sweat hung in the air. At some point during the ride, two guys got on and sat directly in front of my sister and me. She and I were having our own little conversation about what to buy and what we were craving for dinner. Somewhere during the middle of our conversation one of the guys (the creepier one) just went right in and interrupted me mid-sentence.
"Hi, how you doin’?"
when girls wear skirts, it’s not to say, “oh, strange, creepy men, please talk to me. I want your attention. I am showing skin because I want you to harass me in public and cat call me and tell me how hot I look.” we wear skirts because they’re pretty and when it’s hot outside pants are uncomfortable as fuck.
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time in trains. During that one-and-a-half hour ride (3 in total in a day), I like to listen to music, catch up on some sleep, or read a book. Today I brought Tim Burton’s autobiography with me (courtesy of my friend R., to whom I promise to finish the book soon so I can return it) and was looking forward to delving into the mind of this man whom many consider a cinematic genius (myself included). I turned the page to where my Harry Potter bookmark stuck out. I began to read about Tim’s childhood in Burbank, when my ears zoomed in on a conversation that was happening two seats away from me.
This week, for some Tuesday, for some Wednesday, marks the beginning of the Ramadan, the holy month in which Muslims all over the world fast, meaning they only eat and drink before sunrise and after sundown. And like last year, this year is going to be all about that self-reflection and soul searching. At least, for me.
he needed advice, comfort and motivation. we talked for an hour around midnight. I gave him every bit of advice my heart could produce. he told me he called me because I was the only one who would know exactly what to say.
yeah, I know.
when I was little I wanted to be a magician’s assistant. until I found out you had to be really bendy. also, claustrophobia. nope nope nope.